Time Spent In Los Angeles

These days my friends don't seem to know me Without my suitcase in my hand Where I am standing still I seem to disappear But maybe that's how I found you Maybe that's taught me exactly what I want Maybe meeting you so far away from home Is what makes it all so clear But you got that special kind of sadness You got that tragic set of charms That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms When people ask me where I come from To see what that says about man I only end up giving bad directions That never lead them there at all It's something written in the head lights Is something swimming in my drink And if I were the moon It would be exactly where I fall Cause you got that special kind of sadness You got that tragic set of charms That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms I used to think someone would love me For places I have been And the dirt I have been gathering Deep beneath my nails But now I know what I've been missing And I'm going home to make it mine And I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. But you got that special kind of sadness You got that tragic set of charms That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms That only comes from time spent in Los Angeles Makes me wanna wrap you in my arms --- Time Spent in Los Angeles - Dawes