City of Roses

A break in the clouds is a break in my day

Face the sun of my salvation

As Hathaway Jones would have made it his own fate

Fly by the wings of your creation

On the top of your head, there is a poem

The thought in my head, oh God only knows

As everything else will disappoint you

I used to be young and bold, but now I'm afraid, I'm getting so old

I follow delight to the City of Roses

It's a little-known fact that I can't cope

I’m the champion of repression

I've had it enough with the east coast

I'll die by the wings of my ambition

The city I left, the city of throes

The one that I loved, the city of hope

As everything else will disappoint you

I used to be young and bold, but now I'm of age, I'm getting so old

I follow delight to the City of Roses

A break in the clouds is a break in my day