From Here To L.A. - The Early November

For the record I’m tired.

I’ve been runnin' for days,

But I can’t hide anymore.

It’s time to just settle here.

The rain beats on my head,

And I’m tired and cold.

But I need shelter and sleep,

So I can dream of a day when I return and I’m so bitter to you.

I bet you left me out here,

Along with the wolves,

But I have a book on skills,

To survive in the woods.

And winter’s right around the bend and I’m scared.

I’m planning for a storm that will blow the roofs and doors,

Off of every home from here to L.A.

From here to L.A.

Sure I’ll follow you here,

But I don’t know you like that.

And should I give you my keys,

And see if you will come back,

This time?