Will you come for me on days like this when I am broken down?
Cause I've been strangled by an emptiness that's still choking me now.
I have prayed for absolution that won't ever come around...
So if you love me, won't you please forgive me now?

Then I try to call my mother, but she's not around to talk,
So I wander through the fading day, oblivious and lost.
Yes I know I'm getting older, chasing time that slips away.
Point my headlights towards the interstate, it's time for my escape.


                                                                                                                  Ron Pope- Stranded In Los Angeles