the city of angels(A.Melleby, 11.10.2015)

a change of the scenery
would make the change
to make it all worth while
all the pain and rivers of insane tears
a match made in heaven
the lonely souls on the roadside
whispered as we passed on by

the wind of change
became a burden
blowing all the good away
until there was nothing else to say
all the eggs in the basket
all cracked open
and the bird flew her way

get rid of your foolish pride
come out from wherever you hide
get back in my game
get back in the light
the city of angels
are calling you tonight

the lonesome cowboy
rides again
up a mountain then down again
through a valley
crossing rivers too
name the place and time
I´ll come for you

my lips are numb
as numb as the word permits
a whiplashed soul
loosing control
longing for a four letter word
to come save me
what´s left to save

get rid of your foolish pride
come out from wherever you hide
get back in my game
get back in the light
the city of angels
are calling you tonight

get rid of your foolish pride
come out from wherever you hide
get back in my game
get back in the light
the city of angels
are calling you tonight