In L.A.

Away from the simple life,
Away from the guns and knives,
Away to a place that’s cold and grey.
Nobody smiles at you in L.A., or says, «Hey, have a nice day,»
Well, maybe they’re thinking and simply drifting away.
Away from the movie stars,
Away from the car alarms,
Away from all the people that get in their way.
Nobody will talk to you in L.A.; they don’t seem to have much to say,
They’ll ask you for money, but that’s all that’s given away.
Someday I’m gonna find someone,
Someday I’m gonna fall in love,
Someday, if someone would just look my way… but nobody looks at you in L.A.