Stranded in Los Angeles Ron Pope

She said, "There are things about you I don't really understand."
I am drinking in the afternoon, got whiskey on my breath
And as I walk through Greenwich Village, with a suitcase full of clothes
I am blinded by the afternoon and unsure where to go
Yes I'm blinded by the afternoon and unsure where to go

Will you come for me on days like this when I am broken down?
'Cause I've been strangled by an emptiness that's still choking me now
I have prayed for absolution that won't ever come around...
So if you love me, won't you please forgive me now?

Then I try to call my mother, but she's not around to talk
So I wander through the fading day, oblivious and lost
Yes I know I'm getting older, chasing time that slips away
Point my headlights towards the interstate, it's time for my escape
Point my headlights towards the interstate, it's time for my escape

I am sorry for the things I've done, don't try to let you down
In my dreams at night I hear your voice, and I'm shaken by the sound
Now I'm stranded in Los Angeles and you're all I think about
So if you love me, won't you please forgive me now?

I hope there's a million stars above you
And everything you need, I hope it finds you
Every breath you breathe, hope it comes easy...
I hope it's easy