What I want is the lights to call me,
To lead me,
To bring me back to You,
Cause what I have is to have You,
The only thing that will kill me,
Is looking at you when I am not ready,
All of it has been scribbled down,
I just want to get it down,
I just want to live like its up,
I just want to ask you to grow up,
L.A. is calling you,
Getting a new car, a new bed,
Somehow everything Pomona was is past,
But I did the same thing with Kansas City,
It was the wind to call me,
Cause the ball drops tomorrow..
Lights the same,
Progress to claim..