Under Los Angeles Lyrics - The Whiskey Saints

I still think I'm due 

For my dark-haired girl of the Avenues 

Do they still think of me 

Stranded on their 12th floor balconies 

And it's news when these old fears arise 

My blues, they turn to look away 

Now walls are collapsing and time is elapsing 

I'm stuck in the same strange place 

Under LA 

When money is spent 

Why try to live like you mean it 

And I wanted to quit 

But it becomes easier the more you forget 

'Bout the news when these old fears arise 

My blues, they turn to look away 

Now walls are collapsing and time is elapsing 

I'm stuck in the same damn place 

Under LA 

Now I see them dancing 

Drinking their glasses of wine