H - Betterdreams

Leo drives his Mustang along ocean Boulevard. He works
hard for his money. Spent it all on his car. Rents a one-room
apartment that no one's ever seen. But he makes love
on the back seat. To the girl of his dreams. She wears
high heels and lycra. Shows off her curves. She did aerobics
and surgery. Keep 'em well preserved. She thinks,
this guy, Leo. Seems like he's got it all. He's got a job
in the business. He says he'll make a few calls. He's got
friends in high places. All he has to do is phone. She
bites her lips as he takes her. He makes love like he's
alone. Break the bad news to the angel in the morning. He
takes the car to the car wash. When the shine goes away. He
leaves her smudge-eyed and stranded. It's a beautiful
day.... There's a man in the valley. He met on Ocean Way. He's
got everything Leo dreams. He's got a yacht in the bay. Leo
drives down to see him. With an idea or two'. Could make
him big in the business. Turn the lies into truths. But
the car don't mean nothin'. Cause the man's worldly wise. He
sees the white teeth and the sun tan. With nobody insideI'm
a guest of this city. I'm by the pool on the roof. Poolside
is pretty. You can feel the earth move.
.. This is a town full of Leos. The sun shines on the
cars. And the buses of tourists do the homes of the stars'. Hotel
California' goes around in my head. And the folks who
are loaded keep a gun by the bed. But you can't help
but notice.... The poor wind up dead.
And the kids on the east side watch the cars going
by They never could have if they worked all their lives. Take
a gun and go shopping. Take a drug for the pain. And the
pain goes away. It's a beautiful day. God bless these star-worn
streets. Shine on these perfect days. Stretch out on Venice
Beach. Can we dream better dreams than these?...