Simple Things

Some people love New York
Leave everything to be there
Their dreams get lost or found
Get left behind or go somewhere
Give me the simple things
A fire in the hearth
And space to spread my wings
See children playing in their yards
Some people love L. A
To be near all the movie stars
Sit in cafes all day
Discovered for the perfect part
Give me my piano lamp
A glass of wine for my friends
We’ll laugh the night away
And sing the same old songs again