East L.A. Breeze

Winter is fading away
Mockingbirds showed up today
I smell the sea
The East L.A. breeze
The freeways are moving so smoothly
I looked in a coffee-house door
I couldn’t believe what I saw
No cigarettes, no live instruments
Lonely folks typing on laptops
One more time
Tell me it’s fine
‘Cause when I, when I feel this way
Seems like nothing’s ever been OK
Gone is the city I knew
I’m 21st century blue
It all fades away
Like an old summer’s day
We all drift and settle like salt spray
One more time
Tell me it’s fine
‘Cause when I, when I feel this way
Seems like nothing’s ever been OK