Skies Of L.A. — Celine Dion

(Tricky)

It's so sad what we have become The beautiful days we seem to leave so undone And I don't know where we'll go from here All I know is that I can't see the sun through the sky from here

Everyone has a finger But they can't point me to the light He can't be that hard to find After all we're so bright

I don't know if tomorrow has a day I don't know if the rays will shine my way All I know is that I'm standing in a place where My future looks like the skies of L.A., skies of L.A.

Skies of L.A.

I don't know if my body can take much more We're in the land of the richest riches But my mind seems so poor

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 of sight This is total neglection

Skies of L.A. My future looks like the skies of L.A.