The Scoop

Keep your shirt on bud, I'll be there when I can.
It's not the middle of the night, so expect a traffic jam.
Breathe in quick my friend, the air's in short supply;
too many people on this road, same destination in mind.

Tight spots everywhere, get close, but please don't touch.
You can't afford to kiss that girl; you've got cash, but not that much.
This place don't smell too good; the cigarettes float by my car;
don't know how they got there, there's no smoking in the bar.

Starry eyed? Well, you've got company.
Drive west on Sunset, and you'll see.
It don't take long to skew your point of view;
they said you're bound for greatness, but don't call us; brother, we'll call you.

Billboards flying by like a flip book as I drive.
On a clear day you might find, you can almost see the sign.
One by one they all look just about the same;
put them into motion, still no meaning in the frame.

Dig your feet in deep, we're all reaching for the top.
Here no dream seems out of reach, no reason not to take a shot.
Yes, the stars are placed in a row beneath your feet;
boring constellation mama, I think I see a street.

Starry eyed? Well, you've got company.
Drive west on Sunset, and you'll see.
It don't take long to skew your point of view;
they said you're bound for greatness, but don't call us; brother, we'll call you.

An evening breeze rolls by, you've found a restful place,
a sip of rum, a slice of fruit, Otis Redding by the dock of the bay.
Yes, I've heard this place is for those who dream of more;
it's got some things to offer, but they're not what you're looking for.

Starry eyed? Well, you've got company.
Drive west on Sunset, and you'll see.
It don't take long to skew your point of view;
they said you're bound for greatness, but don't call us; brother, we'll call you.