Well, I pulled out of Nashville, the sun on my windshield
Black 4Runner in the summer like a big deal
Apron at Starbucks, what you gonna miss, B?
Nah, I smiled out over the Mississippi
Got a friend out west, the little studio time
Futon in the valley and a dream gone wild
Ralph's turkey in the pouch and ramen in the cup
Check the funds in the account when the pennies add up
This fire in my chest weighs more like gold
I'm trying my best, Lord, to let it unfold
For all on the quest that the story be told
Right from the soul
Los Angeles, you hit me in the heart of this
Driving the 101 in my dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your own
Kiss
And every little part I've missed
Baby, I'm trying to find the place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I got a buddy named Sean in the minivan too
CDs at our feet, had a tour, no clue
A 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 16p next time that we start
So move with the wind, $50 in my pocket
Wait for the sun, 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
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Los Angeles, you hit me in the heart of this
Driving the 101 in my dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your own kiss
And every little part I've missed
Baby, I'm trying to find the place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I got a loan, baby, darling, and the world's on fire
20k to make a record, now we walking on a wire
Every favor that I got, I'm cashing into you's
Judson, Joe, Josiah, Lindsay, Robert, thank you
So Bullitt was made, and I'm scared out my brain
And the songs get played, and everything starts to change
People showing up, singing along to what I say
And it feels like we might just be on our way
Yeah, 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 their mistakes
And these schizophrenic records that I love to make
Los Angeles, you hit me in the heart of this
Driving the 101
My dream down to the bone
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Your smile, your kiss
Every little part I've missed
Baby, I'm trying to find the place where we belong
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh