Is this life?
To stare up into heaven,
Smelling that wonderful L.A. air,
Questioning destiny.

I keep searching for the one.
The one who will love me.
More than the stars,
More than life itself.

As I stand here
In the lonely parking lot,
With nothing to keep me company
But a hundred empty cars.

Is there love?
If so, it has not found me yet.
Or I have not found it
In my endless search.

To be alone in so big a city,
Where there are more people
Than one person could handle.

Why has love avoided me?
Do I have nothing to offer it?
Is not there enough in this city of angels?