And what about my tailor, my slowly mending lover?
She sews me clothes I could not bear to wave
My hands are locusts at her work, a green and fitting coat
made upon the only honest loom
I remember last night's nightmare, my hand was in the road
the victim of some misdirected thresher

We would run toward the sun, driving towards the city of the angels
She would know of places we could go
to escape the homicide investigation men
And we're weaving through the traffic in the shuttle-through-the-loom way
We'll mix our drinks with water that's from very far away
And we'll toast to every earthquake rolling underneath the bay
and we'll pardon every public servants heavy cane
Stephanie lives there

So I've committed murder like a crazed and angered dope
She's helped me plan a stunning get-away
And when the lynch mob came and we escaped the heat
we went dancing at the local caberet
We left those lawmen standing with thirteen yards of rope
They'll never see me swinging from a palm tree
She'll be sure to keep me safe here, entangled in her arms
'cause I'm for her but Stephanie's for LA
Stephanie's for LA

From the ground, from the ground,
Stephanie's for LA