作词 : Harrell, Nash, Stewart
It's so sad what we have become
Beautiful days they seem to leave so undone
I don't know where we will go from here
All I know is that I can't see, see the sun through the sky from here

Oh, everyone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
It can't be that hard to find
After all, it's so bright

I don't know if tomorrow has a day
I don't know if the rains will shine my way
All I know is that I'm standing in a place where
My future is like the skies of LA

The skies of LA

I don't know if my body can take much more... pain
We're in the land of the richest riches but my mind seems so broke

Oh, everyone has a finger
But they can't point me to the light
It shouldn't be that hard to find
After all, we're so bright

I see so many visions
But everyone seems out sight
This stormy collection
Of light

The skies of LA
The future is like
The skies of LA
Mmmm...