Love came to my door 
With a sleeping roll 
And a madman's soul 
He thought for sure I'd seen him 
Dancing up a river in the dark 
Looking for a woman 
To court and spark

He was playing on the sidewalk 
For passing change 
When something strange happened 
Glory train passed through him 
So he buried the coins he made 
In People's Park 
And went looking for a woman 
To court and spark

It seemed like he read my mind 
He saw me [bad word] him 
And still acting kind 
He saw how I worried sometimes 
I worry sometimes

"All the guilty people" he said
They've all seen the stain
On their daily bread
On their christian names
I cleared myself
I sacrificed my blues
And you [bad word] me [bad word] you

His eyes were the color of the sand 
And the sea 
And the more he talked to me 
The more he reached me 
But I couldn't let go of L.A. 
City of the fallen angels

© 1973; Crazy Crow Music