I packed my bags
I'm going home in the morning,
I got no where I'd fly,
I got no worry in mind.
I wonder what they'll say.
When, I get back
get back to LA.
My train moves fast
closer to the heavenly door
I must pay everything I owe and leave the resto to the lord
there will always be a way.
When I get back
get back to LA.
Leave your bridges open leave your angels in the city
father, father of the light
ignite that flame in me, ignite that flame in.
I'll give it up I've got
I won't walk away
my heart it's made of clay and it's yours if you show me the way.
I pray, I pray, lord let me get back get back to LA.