I turn and follow the western
Wind down
I go and pack up my shiny things
And go, yeah just go
Ill find a new life in old l.a.
Yeah, stupid happy with everything
I pulled myself down so easily
I know, I know, I know
I met electra when living down
Saw her spinning around and around
I never knew much about her past
I knew enough that I didnt ask
Living isnt a simple thing
I know
No one ever said its supposed to be
I know
July she lied...
Living isnt a simple thing for me
I know ways to make it easier