East L.a. Breeze

Brazzaville

Winter is fading away 
Mockingbirds showed up today 
I smell the sea 
The East L.A. breeze 
The freeways are moving so smoothly 

I looked in a coffeehouse door 
I couldn’t believe what I saw 
No cigarettes 
No live instruments 
Lonely folks typing on laptops 

One more time 
Tell me it’s fine 
‘Cause when I 
When I 
Feel this way 
Seems like nothin’s 
Ever 
Been OK 

Gone is the city I knew 
I’m 21st century blue 
It all fades away 
Like an old summer’s day 
We all drift and settle like salt spray 

One more time…