ten million people in this city
and from the air it looks so pretty
when i get down on the ground you won`t be around
it`s lonely out here
it`s lonely out here
ten thousand headlights on this highway
so you go your way and i go my way
now i`m down on the ground
i won`t hear a sound
santa anas bending the palms
the sun is shining on the green, green lawns
i`m stuck outside a postcard, i can`t find home
right now i`m breathing pretty hard
running for my life on sunset boulevard.
