City of Angels

Truth—a five letter word for distinction.

Sometimes, I feel I am losing sleep,
dreaming of a good deed,
one day sooner or later.

Not enough sleep, not enough good places to go.
I know of one place.

I lost my keys one day last week—
an apartment filled with desire,
blinding lights,
and a halo up on a hill.

Further up the road, I found my good deed
for little or nothing.

For the first time in a long time,
I laid and I slept for hours,
finding myself beside you
that one uninvited feeling
after a million and one bad invited feelings.

One day, baby, I am gonna thank you.
One day, baby, you will see.

I will feed you from a bowl
where everything will be alright.
One day, sooner or later.

The latter, a beautiful mystique
disguised under a halo.

One day, sooner or later,
I will find those keys
and escape the boundaries
that live in my mind.

One day soon, baby, I will get on my knees
and accept you as the truth I have known all along.