It's so sad what we have becomenThe beautiful days we seem to leave so undonenAnd I don't know where we'll go from herenAll I know is that I can't see the sun through the sky from herennEveryone has a fingernBut they can't point me to the lightnHe can't be that hard to findnAfter all we're so brightnnI don't know if tomorrow has a daynI don't know if the rays will shine my waynAll I know is that I'm standing in a place wherenMy future looks like the skies of L.A., skies of L.A.nnSkies of L.A.nnI don't know if my body can take much morenWe're in the land of the richest richesnBut my mind seems so poornnEveryone has a fingernBut they can't point me to the lightnIt shouldn't be that hard to findnAfter all we're so brightnnI see so many visionsnBut everyone seems out of sightnThis is total neglectionnnSkies of L.A.nMy future looks like the skies of L.A.