Michael Winger - Cold Day in Los Angeles

I have seen the end of days
In parking lots full of haze
A hundred thousand people on their way back home
And I have heard the birds singing
Each to each
Everything is beautiful
But they don’t sing to me

On a cold day in Los Angeles
I seem to miss
All the places that I ran away from to get me here to this
Off the coast of California
Where the sun falls in the sea
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be

I have seen the interstates
Brake lights
Strung out miles to wait
Many miles to go before I’m sleeping
I have heard the traffic jams
And listened to the lonely man
On the radio
Try to sell a dream to me

On a cold day in Los Angeles
I seem to miss
All the places that I ran away from to get me here to this
Off the coast of California
Where the sun falls in the sea
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be

Every single one of us
Every single one of us is waiting

On a cold day in Los Angeles
I seem to miss
All the places that I ran away from to get me here to this
Off the coast of California
Where the sun falls in the sea
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be
Maybe that’s the place I ought to be

Written by:
MICHAEL WINGER

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