I packed my bags I'm going home in the morning, I got no where I'd fly, I got no worry in mind. I wonder what they'll say. When, I get back get back to LA. My train moves fast closer to the heavenly door I must pay everything I owe and leave the resto to the lord there will always be a way. When I get back get back to LA. Leave your bridges open leave your angels in the city father, father of the light ignite that flame in me, ignite that flame in. I'll give it up I've got I won't walk away my heart it's made of clay and it's yours if you show me the way. I pray, I pray, lord let me get back get back to LA.