“Sometimes I feel. Like I don’t have a partner. Sometimes I feel. Like my only friend is the city I live in. The city of angels. Lonely as I am. Together we cry. I drive on her streets. ‘Cause she’s my companion. I walk through her hills. ‘Cause she knows who I am. She sees my good deeds. And she kisses me windy. I never worry. Now that is a lie.”