Sunrise in LA

The hours are turning still
It's quiet in the hills
With all the make believe
And yearning underneath
I feel the desert chill

Where dreams are crushed or made
Another winter night in LA

I take a drive to town
To see who might be out
But little love to grace
Aside a nameless face
I'd rather lived without

Where all is put to shame
Another lonely night in LA

Where all that glitters is gold
What does the future hold?
Cocaine and gasoline
The spirit of machines
Becoming conscious beings
Are woven in our genes
The joys still to unfold

Who will be led astray?
Let the sun rise in LA
Let the sun rise in LA
Let the sun rise in LA
Let the sun rise