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 it in and picked it up
When all you can do is just watch me go

From the Eastern Seaboard, landlocked Midwest
The Keys, the Alps, the Black Hills and Budapest
With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a'swinging
I'm sorry for leaving

But when the palm trees bow their heads
No matter how wrong I've been
L.A., 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 mama and her brother and their mama, too

Because 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
L.A., you always let me back in

And when the palm trees bow their heads
No matter how cruel I've been
L.A., you always let me back in, in
Oh, back in, in
Oh, back in, in