Never know exactly where to go

When it comes time to change clothes

Back in L.A., switching through lanes

All night long

Bottles in the backseat of the car

Forever didn't feel so far (yeah!)

Packin’ my things, not sure what to bring

Turn the lights on

Whenever the summer comes around

And we know the leaves will never brown

Back in L.A., didn't mean a thing

Life on Mars

And then when the summer comes around

And we know the birds will make a sound

Back in L.A., didn't mеan a thing

Life on Mars

Ohh, woahh, oh ohh