Here I am, never thought I?d be
Among the drifters and directors, a place for me.
It?s nothing like I thought it was after all.

Feel the ground; it?s always moving.
Down a mountain through a valley watch it all collide.

Hear the other ocean churning.
Helicopters up above.
While another canyon’s burning,
Rain could wash the hill away.

Easy LA, it?s another beautiful day.
LA, alright, cold like the desert at night.
Cold like the desert at night.

Without the seasons will I know how to change?
Are we helpless to the wind?
Give me something to blame.
For broken promises, smile like the ruthless sun.

Did the money cut the city in pieces?
Take the water from wherever it flows.
Feel the ground, it?s always moving.
Down a mountain, through a valley,
Watch it all collide.



-The Folk Implosion