Lyrics
A break in the clouds is a break in my day
Face the sun of my salvation
As Hathaway Jones would have made it his own feet
Fly by the wings of your creation
On the top of your head, there is a poem
The thought in my head, oh God only knows
As everything else will disappoint you
I used to be young and bold
But now I'm afraid, I'm getting so old
I followed the light to the City of Roses
It's a little-known fact that I can't cope
I'm the champion of repression
I've had it enough with the east coast
I'll die by the wings of my ambition
The city I left, the city of throes
The one that I loved, the city of hope
As everything else will disappoint you
I used to be young and bold
But now I'm of age, I'm getting so old
I followed the light to the City of Roses
A break in the clouds is a break in my day
