Call my name under the ardent noon of Angel City
Reach for my hand beyond the gray shades of Downtown
Remind yourself that language is no barrier in Pasadena
Lamenting over the glaring stares looming in the Valley
As we continue onward to the OC where the sunset glows
Singing the eve of tomorrow's qualm on the 101 and 405
South bound or North bound or East bound and West
Drinking Tea and a cup of Joe at another Food Truck like Kalbi
Next to that town's Farmer's Market parked besides some boulevard
Calling our name to Hollywood and Melrose once again
Just for a talk about the next script idea down by the Mall
Next to the Mexican Entreprenuer's Church on Miracle Mile
