Paroles de Hollywood

Whenever I Walk on your breath I'd hope you'd remember Every word I said Yea, some by the way have died And that's trouble with art Playin' in affairs of the heart And Hollywood Is so temperamental, my dear Where are they now? All of your friends have fallen by the wayside, my dear They've all gone home Whenever I lay down Hoping to remember anything To prove that she was ever around I feel that I would fall into A failed haze, for all But out here they don't want me Back at home they don't want you Out here I have found Where the trees are green (Tell you what we've seen in the meantime...)