California Nights

Neal Morse · Testimony [2003]

Let me take you back to where it all began

Out there on the fast track

Where the mountains stand

Against the sand... in L.A.



Music every night, hung-over everyday

I was gonna make the big time

I could feel it in my fingers when I'd play



I woke up in motel rooms under western skies

Living for the summer moon and the party of life

There's nothing worse than L.A. days

But those California nights

The barely kept me alive



As the years rolled on the humor got really dry

If I played that terrible eagle's song

One more time I thought I was gonna die

The one man good night

Longing to seize the day

That big record deal in the sky

Surely was just a heart beat away



I woke up in motel rooms under western skies

Living for the summer moon and the party of life

There's nothing worse than L.A. days

But those California nights

The barely kept me alive



I woke up in motel rooms under western skies

When I think of the things I did

On those party nights

ITS ONLY BY THE GRACE OF GOD

THAT I AM STILL ALIVE

I believe God's grace kept me alive...