Wherever there is light,

The flowers will find it.

When the clouds part,

The sun is able to shine.

It’s a beautiful day,

Like a work of art.

Every day you wake up in West Hollywood,

You’ve arrived,

And now you must fight

To stay alive,

It’s hard just to survive.

Money would be nice,

But I’m broke as a joke,

And I’m losing all hope,

Cause I can’t stand this place,

It only brings pain,

So don’t even ask if I have seen the rain.

I cannot stay,

Not another day.

Can’t be stuck in PA,

Gotta get to LA.

Where I really feel safe.

That will never happen if I’m stuck in this state.

I must be a flower,

I’ve finally found the light,

And until Cali I thought I couldn’t grow

But got there and felt myself start,

Until I had to go

Back from heaven to hell,

This flower is dying in the Pittsburgh snow.