A hella California day
Made my home in old LA
Traffic jammed streets of gold
Suddenly I feel so old
Talk of how it used to be
Drinking in those memories of
Who we fucked, and who we loved
Branded in the city of

Angels
I pray you will
Save a place for me

On the eastside looking best
The sun will set for those who rest on
Laurels in the canyon heat
Some will starve and some will eat their
Humble pie and recognize
The blessing just to be alive
We hit our knees and stare above
Desperate in the city of

Angels
I pray you will
Save a place for me

For all my regret
And all I've diseased
I will forgive

Angels
I pray you will
Save a place for me