Topanga

Patchwork curtains; paisley tweed and rose...

Blowing, stained glass, a song by you

A rooster crows, a rootee-too and a mew far off away

Cats walking out to see the day

LA on the hills, the sun between them

It's coming up to see, it's coming up to me

LA on the hills, Topanga waking up

Waking up to me

A face behind me looking through a screen

Topanga sunrise song by you

The patchwork curtain mornings of our lives

And there you are

Bringing us our day in color

Rocks and trees and streams

Topanga reaching out

It's reaching out to me

Oh, it's reaching out to me

LA on the hills, Topanga waking up

Waking up, waking up to me