L.A.

I like to watch the waves crashin' on the beach

And walking the strand In that evening breeze

That old ferris wheel Down on the pier in Santa Monica

Looks like it goes in the movies

I don’t mind the traffic on the 405

In fact, that's where I met a good friend of mine

All gridlocked, stopped and stuck there killing time

Long way from home, but that's alright

I guess I’m getting used to the faster pace

And seein' stars on the boulevard, every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about LA

Is you

The city of angels

Ain't that the truth?

Cause Heaven don't feel far away when I'm holdin' on to you

And how you fell for a boy in faded jeans and cowboy bots

Girl, I still ain't got a clue

I guess I’m getting used to the faster pace

And seein’ stars on the boulevard, every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about LA

Is you

I guess I’m getting used to the faster pace

And seein' stars on the boulevard, every night and day

But all this cool and crazy beautiful takes second place

'Cause the thing that I love most about LA

And the only reason that I'm gonna stay

Girl, is you