Los Angeles by Mat Kearney


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Just Kids by Mat Kearney

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Los Angeles
by Mat Kearney

Album: Just Kids


Well I pulled out of Nashville with the sun on my windshield
Black four runner in the summer like a big deal
Apron and Starbucks
what ya gonna miss me?
Nah I smiled out over the Mississippi
Got a friend out West with a little studio time
Futon in the valley and a dream gone wild
Ralphs turkey in the pouch and ramen in the cup
Check the funds in the account
when the pennies add up
Well this fire in my chest weighs more like gold
I'm trying my best lord to let it unfold
If we're all on the quest let the story be told
Right from the soul

Los Angeles
You hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101
And my dream down to the bone
Your smile your kiss
And every little part I miss
Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong

I've got a buddy named shaun
And a mini van too
CD's at our feet
How to tour no clue
Thousand cap room and only eight people came
And five on the guest list were under my name
But I slayed everyone from the bottom of my heart
Maybe there'll be sixteen here the next time that we start
So move with the wind fifty dollars in my pocket
Wait for the sun
And that silver lining rocket
Two traveling souls living on the road
Two wayward kids, living how they don't know
So we put it with the wind
We let it all unfold
Straight from the soul

Los Angeles
You hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101
And my dream down to the bone
Your smile your kiss
And every little part I miss
Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong

I got a loan baby darling and the world's on fire
Twenty K to make a record and now we're walking on a wire
Every favor that i got I'm cashing in to use
Judson, Joe, Josiah, Lindsay, Robert, thank you
So bullet was made and I'm scared out my brain
And the song's getting played, everything starts to change
People showing up singing along to what I say
And it feels like we might just be on our way
I think that's Letterman, he just said my name
Check the crowd at the House of Blues
Like they're cardboard fakes
Everyone's living out loud and down in their mistakes
And these schizophrenic records that I love to make

Los Angeles
You hit me at the heart of this
Driving the 101
And my dream down to the bone
Your smile your kiss
And every little part I miss
Baby I'm trying to find a place where we belong


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