LAX in a runway motel We just got off the phone You didn’t seem very well At 5 years old I had no place to go But you took me in And you gave me a home
The planes fly overhead While I smoke Too many cigarettes in bed
It rained last night ‘bout a quarter to 2 I was lyin’ awake Just thinkin’ ‘bout you A summer wind blowin’ in off the sea Full of childhood smells And aquamarine