At last, I lay down my bags, half-dead in the pacific sand I'd been chasing something west, but it stayed just ahead And today, today is the same as it was then in 2008 In the stillness of central L.A., nothing ever blows my way It's the same blank sky and the sun, so much I don't even look up No clouds to dream against, is heaven so far from us? And no wind waving the trees It's as if god's hands are hid in his sleeves Like he's packed up and gone to the coast And left us alone in the street, hands going slowly east And left us alone in the street, hands going slowly east Oh, hands, hold in the prayer, pull the dream from the pacific air All day you say your namaste, looking for light in the blinding day You pose and you patiently wait, your arms held out like a sail So close, you just need the wind, to come blow you up the hill Those hills, that's what you need That cool breeze washing you clean And you fly high like a kite Onto the other side of the hard Angelino night Give us the wind like a smack in the face The kind that I miss from my easterly days And when the palm fronds all fall in the street Aren't they like hands reaching out, hands reaching out to me? Aren't they like hands reaching out, hands reaching out to me? Aren't they like hands, to me