Way To L.A.

It's a bitchy day and I'm searching for a prey that the boring beats
Walking through my lane, I detect an ancient man resting on some seats
And I think: He's not from here, maybe it's a good idea
To go to him and ask for the way to L.A.

Laughing deep within I'm strolling right to him and I start to ask
His face is filled with smile and it took a little while that he takes his task
Saying: "First find a deep will just before you cross the sill
Knowing what you want shows the way to L.A."

First I am amused then I feel a bit abused by the words he's said
Searching for the sense I can feel a mental fence when I go ahead
Suddenly it's getting bright and I see the words delight
And I feel that I'm on the way to L.A.