Hollywood

Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning

So I went with my own eyes to see

And I landed in places

Where the makeup on the faces

Was telling stories in color TV

But it's hard to believe you can't find what you're looking for anymore



Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sunday

So I went with my own eyes to see

That the doors had stayed open

For praying and hoping

Come and get you share if you have a care

Oh no, but it's hard to believe that you can't find what you're looking for anymore



And the way that I make is my own

But I know what I'm in for

And it's hard to know how to get home

But I know what I'm in for



I heard a lot of talk about a revolution

So I went with my own eyes to see

I'm confused by the cause

Such expensive applause

Pays for so many problems I see

But it's hard to believe you can't find what you're looking for, oh no



And the way that I make is my own

But I know what I'm in for

And it's hard to know how to get home

But I know what I'm in for

And it's hard to know how to get home

But I know what I'm in for