Song Lyrics

It's perfect weather in Los Angeles tonight
Jess wears a mini skirt though late October like
Winter doesn't happen here
That's what Jackie wants to hear
And he puts his arm around her waist

He says "I won't go back to Pocatello"
As he kisses her with lips of jalapeño
Sunset boulevard lights up
Running to the mother cup
Purple shining waters of the Pacific

He says, Well, Jess, it comes to this

I won't go back to Pocatello
No I won't go back there alone
I won't go back to Pocatello
Not without you in my arms

Issac's tavern's spilling music to the street
Jackie grabs her fingers, swings her to the beat
He says Jessie we can make it here
I can break us anywhere
And throws a shot of whiskey back

She says, I can't go back to Pocatello
Smiles at him and orders up prosecco
Hollywood is glistening
Ivory towers shimmering
Skyward-leaning shadows, monolithic

He says, Oh Jess, trust me on this

I can't go back to Pocatello
I can't go back home without you
I can't go back to Pocatello
Not without you in my arms

Jackie's flat out when the palm trees start to speak
Whispering hazy visions as their branches creak
Jesse stares a while at him
Smokes a cigarette and then
Leaves her set of keys inside the door

And in a dream he's gone back to Pocatello
Sleeps in his jeans, his jacket for a pillow
Down below the streets are bare
Neon billboards pierce the air
Smokey eyes and silk for morning traffic

Elizabeth Goodfellow

The duration of Pocatello is 4:06 minutes and seconds.