Lirieke: Brian Wilson. That Lucky Old Sun. Room With A View.

Just now I was thinkin' bout another perfect day,
Wishin' it would come again your way
Down below a sparkled city scatters by the bay
Tells you your suspicions are in play.
One by one, a carpet of star spangled city sleeps
Like so many dancing diamonds with a beat
Each of them a home with walls of stories they could tell
Meet the crack of dawn. A freeway starts to roll
An owl hoots its last goodbye to a coyote on patrol.
Each day keeps me guessin', will you take what I'm confessin'?
Will you find the heartbeat in L.A.?