Room with a View [Narrative]
BRIAN WILSON, VAN DYKE PARKS
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.?
