Hollywood

Whenever I

Walk on your breath

I'd hope you'd remember

Every word I said

Yea, some by the way have died

And that's trouble with art

Playin' in affairs of the heart

And Hollywood

Is so temperamental, my dear

Where are they now?

All of your friends have fallen by the wayside, my dear

They've all gone home

Whenever I lay down

Hoping to remember anything

To prove that she was ever around

I feel that I would fall into

A failed haze, for all

But out here they don't want me

Back at home they don't want you

Out here I have found

Where the trees are green

(Tell you what we've seen in the meantime...)