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