Lyrics
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinkin' that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
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 wakin' up in the mornings with shakin' 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...
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
