Tekstovi: Rilo Kiley. Other. I Love L.A..

Let it printed, let it be known
I'm leavin you, i'm going home
And all you can do is just watch me go.

I've put you down, talked you up, defended your honor,
Then packed it in and picked it up,
And all you can do is just watch me go.

From the eastern sea board, the landlocked midwest,
The keys, the alps, the black hills, and budapest,
With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a swingin'
I'm sorry for leavin'.

But when the palm trees bow their heads,
No matter how cruel i've been,
L.a., you always let me back in.

And you can bury me when my body breaks;
In the earth that created me, in the golden state,
By my mama and her brother, and their mama, too.

'Cause i had a dream i was carried on backs
Of a thousand green birds,
And they carried me to a place without words,
And there was nothing, but there was everything,

But when the palm trees bow their heads,
No matter how wrong i've been,
L.a., you always let me back in;
And when the palm trees bow their heads,
No matter how cruel i've been,
L.a. you always let me back in, in,
Oh, back in, in, oh, back in, in