L.A.'s the place of dreams, or so it seems,
Is there a place you're running to?
Don't like it where you are; life is, oh, so hard,
You feel like running somewhere new.
The things that wait for you isn't what you want,
Who you think you'll be is not who you'll become.
A face...a face in the dark,
A face...a face in the dark.
So when you left your home you didn't leave a note,
Were things there that bad?
It's lonely, running blind,
You're running out of time,
My friend, you look so sad.
The things that wait for you isn't what you want,
Who you think you'll be is not who you'll become.
A face...a face in the dark,
A face...a face in the dark.
The things that wait for you isn't what you want,
Who you think you'll be is not who you'll become.
A face...a face in the dark,
A face...a face in the dark,
A face...a face in the dark,
A face...a face in the dark.
