I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel

I was staring in my empty coffee cup

I was thinking 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 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....)