she Stood There Bright As The Sun On That California Coast he Was A Midwestern Boy On His Own she Looked At Him With Those Soft Eyes, so Innocent And Blue he Knew Right Then He Was Too Far From Home He Was Too Far From Home
she Took His Hand And She Led Him Along That Golden Beach they Watched The Waves Tumble Over The Sand they Drove For Miles And Miles up Those Twisting Turning Roads higher And Higher And Higher They Climbed
and Those Hollywood Nights in Those Hollywood Hills she Was Looking So Right in Her Diamonds And Frills all Those Big City Nights in Those High Rolling Hills above All The Lights she Had All Of The Skills
he'd Headed West 'cause He Felt That A Change would Do Him Good see Some Old Friends, Good For The Soul
she Had Been Born With A Face That Would Her get Her Way he Saw That Face And He Lost All Control he Had Lost All Control
night After Night, Day After Day, It Went On And On then Came That Morning He Woke Up Alone he Spent All Night Staring Down At The Lights Of La wondering If He Could Ever Go Home
and Those Hollywood Nights in Those Hollywood Hills it Was Looking So Right it Was Giving Him Chills in Those Big City Nights in Those High Rolling Hills above All The Lights with A Passion That Kills
in Those Hollywood Nights in Those Hollywood Hills she Was Looking So Right in Her Diamonds And Frills all Those Big City Nights in Those High Rolling Hills above All The Lights she Had All Of The Skills