The sandy-haired son of Hollywood

Lost his faith in all that’s good

Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod

But he never go undressed and he never made a mess

It’s funny how life works out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts, the scene begins.



CHORUS

You’re playing you now

You’re playing you now

You’re playing you now

You’re playing you now

You’re playing you now

Take a bow



The trophy wife of Palisades

Whose yearbook beauty never fades

Sits and watches the sea roll in

And wonders what might have been

If she ever had the chance

Would she do it all again?

It’s funny how life works out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts, the scene begins.



(CHORUS)



On the corner by the street

He sits in his armchair in the heat

Sightseers see what they want

He’s selling star maps to the sun



The sandy-haired son of Hollywood

Lost his faith in all that’s good

Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod

But he never go undressed and he never seemed depressed.

It’s funny how life works out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts, the scene begins