Silverlake

Looks like a holy city, baby

With the hills aglow

Looks like a holy city

With the hills aglow

It's Silverlake, baby

And it's worth more than gold

They got some Spanish angels

They got a lot of soul

They got some Mexican angels

They got a lot of soul

Yeah, it's Silverlake, baby

And it's about more than gold

Oye, Rosa Maria

Say a prayer for me

Put a candle in the window

So the jaded might see

Ah, Rosa Maria

Thank you for praying for me

Well you know, a poor boy can still go over there

And find a place to stay

Well, at least south of Sunset

He can find some place to rest his soul

Ah, Silverlake, baby

It's worth more than gold

Oye, Rosa Maria

Say a prayer for me

Put a candle in the window

So the jaded might see

Ah, Rosa Maria

Thank you for praying for me