Ryland's got the gear
Grew up in the canyon
With a seven-figure father-figure cloud raining down
Met under the pier
Looking like a postcard
With his sun reflecting aviator eyes on the sky
We'll be legends in the history of this town
Swimming in our backyard dreams
We double down
Santa Ana winds on Mulholland drive
Blind what the horizon brings
This is the life
Whatever tomorrow brings
This is the life
Sammy's got the ear
Grew up by the airport
With a pair of speakers stolen from a car on his wall
Plug each other in
Playing like the ancients
End up on the pavement outside Musso's bar on a star
And we'll emulate them
Pour one for chill and
Pour one for fearless
Pour one to chase the pill of that feeds us
Till needing reasons why says goodbye
We'll be legends in the history of this town
Swimming in our backyard dreams
We double down
Santa Ana winds on Mulholland drive
Blind what the horizon brings
This is the life
As the feeling fades we can relive memories anyhow
But as easy as we say it is, it's a struggle now
Santa Ana winds on Mulholland drive
Feel it on your top down skin to feel alive
Streetlights in a grid, skyline all around
Pointing to the horizon
This is the town that we'll be legends in
When we're looking back we'll see
This was the life
When we're looking back we'll see
This was the life
When we're looking back we'll see
This was the life
When we're looking back we'll see
This was the life