Still In Hollywood

I was walking down the street early this morning
Past the graveyard, voices whisper to me.
I was walking down the street, early this morning
And the silver tears of rain hung from the leaves
And I swear I heard the voices singing to me…
Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet,
I swear I heard the voices singing to me —
Keep on, keep on, keep on.
Still in hollywood!
Oh wow! thought Id be out of here by now.
Still in hollywood!
My, my Im running on a wheel and I dont know why
I dont know why.
And on the bus today, I met the queen of l.a. -
At least she said she was and who am I to say?
She was sixty-five and full of life,
She had purple-painted cheeks
And glitter on her eyes
And the troll on the corner, I flipped him a quarter
And he looked at me and smiled.
He wasnt abused, he wasnt confused,
He had nothing to gain and less to lose in hollywood
Oh wow! thought Id be out of here by now.
Still in hollywood!
My, my Im running like a rat and I dont know why
And so its three a.m., Im out walking again.
Im just a spot on the sidewalk in a city of sin.
He doesnt give a fuck, hes living under a truck.
You know it coulda been me, guess its just my luck.
But I swear I hear the voices singing to me —
Keep on, keep on, keep on.
Still in hollywood…