Tekstovi: Counting Crows. Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings. Los Angeles.

Dancing like the nights are down in Nashville
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run
I got a call to go to a late night picture show
So I traded in the darkness and I'm already glad, I'm already there
And I'm trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me
If you see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense outta me

I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco
And now you wanna say you see through me
But what you wanna see ain't your memories of me
So why you turn around tonight but I'm already there, I'm already there
And I'm just trying to make some friends

So if you see that movie star and me
If you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV
Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense in Los Angeles

Boston gets cold this time of year
It seems like each day just leaves me numb
I gotta get out of here and go walking in the sun

Well, if you see that movie star and me
If you should see my picture in a magazine
Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV
But honey, I'm just trying to make some sense
Honey, I'm just trying to make some friends
Well baby, I'm not trying to make amends
For coming to Los Angeles, oh, Los Angeles

No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland
Oh baby, come on out to the sea
Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me

Oh, we're gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls
And go street walking, street walking, baby
Oh, in Los Angeles, street walking, baby

And man, it's a really good place to find yourself a taco