City of angels, city of stars
She shine brightest stone on that boulevard
She introduced me to Jackson Brown
Convertible rode me all over that town
Oh, my LAX
She always carried a Polaroid camera
She always had that cold act glamour
Well, she moved out there to chase her dream
To be an actress on that silver screen
Oh, my LAX
Dear seventeen degrees and sunny
Please hold tight to my California honey
Make her famous with lots of money
And tell her I wish her all the best
Oh, my LAX
Night trampoline and marijuana
I close my eyes and I can smell it on her
Boarded in a plane back to Tennessee
I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me