Sweet L.A.

I gave that picture to the ocean breeze
Of us moving and shaking out in Hollywood
It no longer served me the purpose it once did
All the spiteful feelings faded with the photograph

Was of the time we met up at the Viceroy Hotel
Couldn't afford the ticket, oh but I was gonna try
I drank Scotch and water, you drank roses and Vodka
We spoke for hours till the pacific ran dry

Sweet Los Angeles
Don't bring me down to my knees
You're all I had
Where have you gone?

Then the months they crept up like the tide after sunset
Until you taste the ocean, you don't know your drowning
We were out in Venice with the moonshot vagrants
You were smoking Bensons talking to another man
He was denim and muscle, you were looking like a model
You ain't laughed like that since our picture from the hotel

Sweet Los Angeles
Don't bring me down to my knees
You're all I had
Where have you gone?

Now I'm here in Memphis in the great wide open
Can't see the future, because my past has been hunting me down
At least that heartache no longer haunts me
Its blowing gently away on a pacific breeze