The L.A. Song

She drives down on Sunset

With the windows down

Just so she can let it in

She knows he's far-gone now

But there still are pieces

Pieces there still left of him

He uses love like a bullet from a gun

She's careful like a surgeon

Everywhere he goes they all know to run

But she can't help but love him

Love him

There is a picture sitting by her bed

Her reflection in his face

She has been meaning, meaning to move it

But it's always been his place

He uses love like a bullet from a gun

She's careful like a surgeon

Everywhere he goes they all know to run

But she can't help but love him

Love him

City of angels, everyone is sleeping

4 am and she's awake

She is moving, moving that picture

Someone else will fill that space

Someone else will fill that space