LAX (Live from the Wiltern Theatre)

City of angels, city of stars

Well, she shined brightest on that boulevard

She introduced me to Jackson Browne

Convertible rode me all over that town

Oh, my LAX

Well, she always carried a Polaroid camera

She always had that Kodak glamour

She moved out there to chase her dream

To be an actress on that silver screen

Oh, my LAX

Well, dear seventy degrees and sunny

Please hold tight to my California honey

Make her famous, give her lots of money

And tell her I wish her all the best

And oh, she'll always be my LAX

How's California feelin' tonight?

Not bad for a Tuesday, huh?

Nag Champa and marijuana

I close my eyes and I can smell it on her

I'm boardin' my plane back to Nashville, Tennessee

I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me

Well, dear palm trees and palm readers

Tattoo artists and make believers

Come on and tell her, man, next time you see her

That I just wish her all the best

And oh, she'll always be my LAX

And oh, she'll always be my LAX