And if
California slides into the ocean
Like
the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict
this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't
the sun look angry through the trees
Don't
the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't
you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven
help the one who leaves
Still
waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And
I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But
except in dreams you're never really free
Don't
the sun look angry at me
I was
sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was
listening to the air conditioner hum
It went
mmmmmm..
...........................
Look away..........................................
(Look
away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)
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