Skies of L.A.

It's so sad what we have become

Beautiful days we seem to leave so undone

And I don't know where we will go from here

All I know is that I can't seem to see the sun

Through the sky from here

Everyone has a finger

But they can't point me to the light

It can't be that hard to find

After all we're so bright

I don't know if tomorrow has a day

I don't know if the rays will shine my way again

All I know is that I'm standing in a place where

My future is like the skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

I don't know if my body can take much more

We're in the line of the richest riches

But my mind seems so poor

Everyone has a finger

But they can't point me to the light

It should't be that hard to find

After all we're so bright

I see so many visions

But everyone seems out of sight

This is total neglection

Skies of L.A.