vianca

She hangs around the boulevard
She's a local girl with local scars
She got home late, she got home late
She drank so hard the bottle ached
And she tried and she tried and she tried and she tried
But nothin's clear in a bar full a flies

So she takes and she takes, she takes and she takes
She understands when she gives it away

She says

"Man I gotta get outta this town
Man I gotta get outta this pain
Man I gotta get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A."

She's gotta gun, she's gotta a gun
She got a gun she calls the lucky one
She left a note right by the phone
Don't leave a message 'cause this ain't no home
And she cried and she cried and she cried and she cried
She cried so long her tears ran dry
Then she laughed and she laughed, she laughed and she laughed
Cause she knew she was never comin' back

She said

"Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Man I'm gonna get outta this pain
Man I'm gonna get outta this town
Outta this town & out of L.A."

It's all she loves, it's all she hates
It's all too much for her to take
She can't be sure just where it ends
Or where the good life begins

So she took a train
to a little old town without a name

She met a man he took her in
But fed her all the same bullshit again
'Cause he lied and he lied, and he lied and he lied
He lied like a salesman sellin' flies
So she screamed and she screamed, she screamed and she screamed
It's a different place, but the same old thing

It's all I love
It's all I hate
It's all too much for me to take
I can't be sure where it begins or if the good life lies within

So she said

"Man I gotta get out of this town
Yeah now I gotta get back on that train
Man I gotta get out of this town
I'm outta my pain
So I'm goin' back to L.A"


"L.A. Song" by Beth Hart