Let it be printed, let it be known
I’m leaving you, I’m going home,
And all you can do is just watch me go.
I’ve put you down, talked you up
Defended your honor, and then packed in and picked it up.
When all you can do is just watch me go
From the Eastern seaboard,
The landlocked Midwest,
The keys, the Alps, the Blackhills and Budapest
With my heart in a sling tail,
Between my legs are swinging
I’m sorry for leaving.

But when the palm trees bow their heads
No matter how wrong I’ve been
LA, you always let me back in.

And you can bury me when my body breaks
In the earth that created me in the Golden state
By my momma and her brother, and her momma too
Cause I had a dream I was carried on backs of a thousand green birds,
And they carried me to a place without words
And there was nothing, but there was everything
And it sounded like this.

But when the palm trees bow their heads,
No matter how cruel I’ve been,
LA, you always let me back in.