praying to the city

They’ll tell you all 

The stories about fame and

Glory

The sparkling dresses and champagne

The luxurious suites 

Highest of the high

City of angels

Oh, city of angels

Why do I never hear

About the cerulean sea

The battered hearts hoping

Praying, on the sidewalk as

They sing to strangers 

I’m not here for

Stars in the concrete

Trinkets will be forgotten

I’m here for driving home

Lights misted and softly

Softly, glowing in the coastal fog

Cityscape a rounded golden 

Smattering of streetlamps and

Skyscrapers

City of angels

Oh, city of angels

You are so alive