Moonlight Over the Hollywood Hills

Stardust burning your eyes, Colors you long to touch, Lots of luck dreamin' your way out of this one, you've run out of time; Your covered in dust; Touch the waves with your toe, Feel the joyful breeze: the joyful lack of direction the total lack of frustration and always the smell of the ocean; There's a reason the stars make California their home; It's the place everyone sings about the ocean, the stars, the sun lot's of luck dreamin' your way out of this one your already gone.