All the nights are slow
the feelings starting to grow
turn off all those christmas lights
I try but I can't take anymore
well they say, "y'know, I know, it's just a bad day."
wake up in the city feat
so you and me
can dance for miles and miles but
I know we won't
and all the nights are slow
the feelings starting to grow

I wanna go back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
I wanna go back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.

Wait up, I'm a little tree
there's no you and me
I would wanna be WOW.
the feelings are all the same
well goddamn
I'm dried out like a bag of teeth
I hardly drink
I hardly eat
I don't wanna die
the feelings are all I have
but things are so-so
and everybody says I gotta grow,

but this time I wanna go
back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
I wanna go back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
I wanna go back to L.A.
Back to L.A.
Back to L.A.

I hope this time i'll grow in the city
well I got a word of advice you can have
you can move out
you can shape up
but you can't turn your back on your past
woah-ah-oh-oh-oh-ohhh