It's so sad what we have become
Beautiful days we seem to leave so undone
And I don't know where we will go from here
All I know is that I can't see
See the sun through the sky from hereOh, everyone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
It can't be that hard to find
After all it's so brightI don't know if tomorrow has a day
I don't know if the rains will shine my way
All I know is that I'm standing in a place where
My future is like the skies of L.A.Skies of L.A.
Skies of L.A.I don't know if my body can take much more pain
We're in the land of the richest riches
But my mind seems so brokeEveryone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
It shouldn't be that hard to find
After all we're so brightI see so many visions
But everyone seems out of sight
This total neglection of the lightSkies of L.A.
My future is like
The skies of L.A.