Oh life! It's getting harder everyday
Prayin' for the dry land in New Orleans
Prayin' for the rain in L.A
Oh life! Ain't gonna find it on a screen

Turn it up, AM gold
I wanna know that I'm not alone, yeah

We're stranded in the garbage of Eden
We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angels, no saints, no heathens
Just people needing, people needing

Cold thoughts, ice cold or medium cool
Don't get stuck in the mirror 'cause that shit's rough
Put it down, go change it up
Outside is where I want to go
The moon is up, soft and low
Turn me up, that AM gold
Turns me on like a radio
Then I remember I'm not alone

We're stranded in the garbage of Eden
We're starvin' what we should've been feedin'
No angels, no saints, no heathens
Just people needing, people needing