I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
 I was staring in my empty coffee cup
 I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
 All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
 I'm gonna drink 'em up
 
 And if California slides into the ocean
 Like the mystics and statistics say it will
 I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
 
 Don't the sun look angry through the trees
 Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
 Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
 Heaven help the one who leaves
 
 Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
 And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
 But except in dreams you're never really free
 Don't the sun look angry at me
 
 I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
 I was listening to the air conditioner hum
 It went mmmmmm..
 
 Look away...
 (Look away down Gower Avenue, Look away....)