The sun was sinking into the sea
But a ball of fire inside of me
Was burning my motor and driving me hard
Past the big hair on the Boulevard

The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A.
I was a Star Trek crew member, with my Beatle boots and my Super-8
And I raced you to the top, the camera gets a stuttered shot
Of me approaching a painted shrine
I kissed the Buddah and made him cry

If you ever want to fly
Mulholland Drive
Up in the sky
Stand on a cliff and look down there
Don't be scared, you are alive

You have never been in love,
Until you've seen the stars
reflect in the resevoirs

I'm going back to Cali, rising, surprising
Advising realizing, she's sizing me up
Her bikini - small; heels - tall
She said, she liked the ocean
She showed me a beach, gave me a peach
And pulled out the suntan lotion

Let's move out of Los Angeles
Just drive until this summer gives
And forget the lies we use to live
'Cause we're gone

There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don’t suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you
Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs it hears
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony

Things you said that day
Up on the 101
The girl had come undone
I tried to downplay it
With a bet about us
You said that
You'd take it
As long as i could
I could not erase it

Your Cadillac breathes
Four hundred horses
Over blue lines.
You are going
to Reseda
to make love
to a model
from Ohio
whose real name
you don't
know.

I'm in Los Angeles today
Asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing
and he said, "It varies from season to season, here."
It's where our best are on display
Motion picture actors' houses maps are never ever current,
So save your film and fifteen dollars.