long time ago
big city dreams, years and years
away from now
but i ain't shedding any tears
where i grew up
neighborhood and sunday school
out of the mud
i pulled myself together and left
and when i woke up in the night
touched by soft and shimmering red light
on the way back from l.a.
i'm shaking my curly hair
on my way back from l.a.
and still smiling
on my way back from l.a.
i've got the radio on
and i listen to a song that i wrote back then
what a dive
just the place to be for someone like me
an endless high
nights and days and songs and ways to play
another life
another way of life so different
behind my eyes
was so much going on
and when i woke up in the night
touched by soft and shimmering red light
on the way back from l.a.
i'm shaking my curly hair
on my way back from l.a.
sunglasses
on my way back from l.a.
i've got the radio on
and i listen to a song that i wrote for someone i knew back then
i don't regret anything
although you might deny
there's an end to everything
all good times go by
what's left are the memories
on the way back from l.a.
i'm shaking my curly hair
on my way back from l.a.
a new beginning
on my way back from l.a.
i've got the radio on
and i know i'll be fine as long as my tyres are spinning