Texty: Green River Ordinance. Out of My Hands. Goodbye L.A..

Goodbye L.A.
Goodbye L.A.

I never thought I'd be the one here waiting
I never saw the signs
California in the rear-view mirror this time
Everybody's got their own good reasons
And I've yet to see mine
Swimming circles 'round the same old story you find

Goodbye L.A.
Summertime sun came a little too late
Goodbye L.A.
Roll the windows down as we drift away ...

I never thought I'd be the one here running
I'm stuck between the lines
Every story's got the same old twist when you find

Goodbye L.A.
Summertime sun came a little too late
Goodbye L.A.
Roll the windows down as we drift away ...
C'mon and drift away, all right


In time you'll find
That everything's different but it feels the same
In time you'll find
Your heart's not ready just to walk away
Goodbye L.A.
Goodbye L.A.
Goodbye L.A.

Goodbye L.A.
Summertime sun came a little too late
Goodbye L.A.
Roll the windows down as we drift away ...
Oh, oh, c'mon and drift away, all right

(Goodbye L.A.) And we'll all just drift away
(Goodbye L.A.) All just drift away, all just drift away
(Goodbye L.A.) Oh, oh, all right, and we'll all just drift away
(Goodbye L.A.) Yeah eh, all just drift away, all just drift away
(Goodbye L.A.) ...