Hollywood

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

We met for breakfast sunday morning
At the old Ramada Inn
Joe had seen me walking on the street
And told me he was keen
To talk with you in the southern light
When you get down here to L.A.
The pool is tiled in black and white
Not much to worry about in '68

You came down here and god knows why
And maybe I was wrong
And maybe you're gonna make it here in Hollywood
So run baby run!
Things don't last for long

Early night in the city of angels
A little rain came down till noon
People comin' up to work for nothin'
I get my fuel and watch the moon
"I need a cigarette" I hear you callin'
"Forget about the things I said"
"So unreal, you know what I mean"
"A neon sunrise glows in my head"

You came down here and god knows why
And maybe I was wrong
And maybe you're gonna make it here in Hollywood
So run baby run!
Things don't last for long

We spend time talkin' on the phone
People said you're done and home alone
For me you're as brilliant as yesterday
"Get me outta here" you used to say

You came down here and god knows why
And maybe I was wrong
And maybe you're gonna make it here in Hollywood
So run baby run!
Things don't last for long