Travoltas Pacific Coast Highway
At night as I roll down the hills
I see the city up in the sky
And the stars fall down
Leave a blackened cloud
Everybody thinks he's doing fine
Million miles to the other side
Everybody tries to do what he can
As I lay down the phone I hear about
Losing someone in the end
Driving down the Hollywood lanes
I see the people looking down to the ground
And they're gathering money
It all seems so funny
Is that all they can think about?
And I will run to the ocean
I will run along the coastline
We'll be gone, no more worries
On the never ending shore
The freeway's traffic's jammed
Think about getting out and run
Cause what's the use of getting short-fused
In a car which has been baking in the sun
The daytime's over
And we're waiting all alone for the night
Cause tomorrow knows that it's time to go
We will leave all the troubles behind
