Palm Trees or Lost Souls - Joe Brooks

City of stars that hide through the night

Pity the dogs left out in the moonlight

Talk about God and the weather is fine, just fine

The taste of ambition is bitter and sweet

It sings in a dream and then sleeps on a street

It’s there in the eyes of the people you meet all the time, all the time

This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on

You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels

Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls

The city of songs that burn holes in your heart

Pity the ones that don’t know where to start out

They walk without hope as the ocean rolls by

Lies on the tongues and the mouths of the men

Who deny us the chance to live as we planned

Freedom feels good if only freedom were mine, all mine

This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on

You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels

Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls

There’s no in between here

You either whisper or scream here

And if you say you feel at home you know

You’re missing somewhere else

This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on

You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels

Wings don’t grow

This is the place where all of the fallen and the forsaken never move on

You’ve lost the race if you’re feet fail you in the city of angels

Wings don’t grow on palm trees or lost souls

On palm trees or lost souls

On palm trees or lost souls