Design by Dan Ichimoto
Palm trees and parking lots
Words and Music by Anne Stott
Flew into the City of Angels from the city that never sleeps
Wondering why cities make me feel so free
Seems strange to need all these lights and concrete
Palm trees and parking lots
Power lines for our horizon
A blur of human fault lines
Cracking open in real time
Jet lag and airport food but I got in a movie or two
Now I’m just down the hill from you know who
Wondering what we’ll do I can’t see a way through
Palm trees and parking lots
Power lines for our horizon
A blur of human fault lines
Cracking open in real time
Flying out of LAX no answers to the big questions yet
Staring at the jet view sunset the colors won’t let me forget
Palm trees and parking lots
Smashing together what we’ve lost
And the future’s unknown cost
Palm trees and parking lots
Power lines for our horizon
A blur of human fault lines
Cracking open in real time
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