Time Spent in Los Angeles (for Altadena)

These days my friends don't seem to know me

Without my suitcase in my hand

Where I am standing still

I seem to disappear

But maybe that's how I found you

Maybe that's taught me exactly what I want

Maybe meeting you so far away from home

Is what makes it all so clear

But you got that special kind of sadness

You got that tragic set of charms

That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

When people ask me where I come from

To see what that says about man

I only end up giving bad directions

That never lead them there at all

It's something written in the head lights

Is something swimming in my drink

And if I were the moon

It would be exactly where I fall

Cause you got that special kind of sadness

You got that tragic set of charms

That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

I used to think someone would love me

For places I have been

And the dirt I have been gathering

Deep beneath my nails

But now I know what I've been missing

And I'm going home to make it mine

And I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails.

But you got that special kind of sadness

You got that tragic set of charms

That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles

Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms