East L.a. Breeze

Winter is fading away

Mockingbirds showed up today

I smell the sea

The East L.A. breeze

The freeways are moving so smoothly

I looked in a coffeehouse door

I couldn’t believe what I saw

No cigarettes

No live instruments

Lonely folks typing on laptops

One more time

Tell me it’s fine

‘Cause when I

When I

Feel this way

Seems like nothin’s

Ever

Been OK

Gone is the city I knew

I’m 21st century blue

It all fades away

Like an old summer’s day

We all drift and settle like salt spray

One more time…