"Goodbye, Los Angeles", you said with some regret I'll do my best to find a way to help you to forget I'm glad you made your way back here to find a better
Wait for it, how long have I waited for it Asking myself why, am I still asking "why" I can't ignore it, it's just too much and I can't afford it When
With that said, this is a song for the mama's (La la da da da da...) Whatever mama say You best do it Whatever mama say You best do Whatever mama say
Some people call me the space cowboy Some call me the gangster love And some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the competence of love. Well, people
I live every moment to say How much I love this day There are no obstacles in our way No mountains to climb Everything that I look at is a blessing Carrying
Honey, I don't know why I get so mean Honey, I don't know why I get so mean You never earned it, you don't deserve it Honey, I don't know why I get so
Your smoking gun was lying in my arms When you told me to keep it hid I thought it'd best if we just stay in But I must confess I did not confess We
Nobody ever thought I'd make it in this town They all said I should leave my truck Pack and turn right back around They said I didn't have what it takes
If it's gonna happen then it's gonna happen That's just the way that it is Oh, love comes along and it don't take long Till it slips through my fingertips
It must have been a mountain Standing in our way Or some small misunderstanding We talked about too late Was it the kitchen or the bedroom Where we let
Going through my closet the other day Found an old yearbook, flipped right to the page Of that senior trip, down there on that Panama strip We all started
I always said I wouldn't stand In the way of your dreams And what good is the wind blowing In a blue sky to a bird without wings And I meant it when
Girl, I hate me for how I hurt you 'Cause that ain't no way to love a woman I used up your heart and all your forgiveness I tore you apart and now you
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs Think God rides around with the radio on In a ragged
Baby come take look at this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? It's you and me most likely to succeed Had it all planned out, yes we did
Don't get me wrong 'cause I don't want to know what the truth is I believe that I'd be here with or without it All that lies around put me where I am,
Daddy songs, he's an auctioneer And mother clings to anniversary years And the sister she got a little bit of mister in her And the brothers going round
words & music by jason mraz I'm older than I look I see the man staring at my i.d. He reads my face and studies lines no plagiarizing No copyright
