Sometimes I feel like my life is a dark and longing canyon
Spanning 'cross my time from companion to companion.
Driving late at night feeling stranded and abandoned
I gaze out into space for a race of understanding.
There's no native son protection keeping me around.
Natural selection skipped this California town.
I'm driving over Laurel Canyon.
Moon shining down on Crescent Heights.
I'm driving over Laurel Canyon,
Wishing on every star in the night.
Looking for signs of life.
Got me a couple of friends when I'm not straining their patience.
My public relations have ill-maintained acquaintance.
All my so-called friends have a So Cal understanding:
They don't so call me and so I don't so call them.
Waiting for a spaceship to escape this foreign reign:
Facets of these friendships forged along the diamond lane.
I'm driving down Topanga Canyon.
I'm chasing after trailing lights.
I'm driving down Topanga Canyon,
Leaving the city of angles behind.
Looking for signs of life.
I'm the native waiting when the aliens arrive,
Waving when the flying objects are identified.
I'm living in a land of canyons.
Been standing on this beach all night.
I'm living in a land of canyons,
Looking for something out in the night,
Looking for something missing inside,
Looking to leave this city behind,
Looking for signs of life.