Santa Monica

In santa monica

In the winter time

The lazy streets so undermanding

I walk into the crowd

In santa monica you get your coffee

From the coolest places on the promenade

Where people dress just so beauty

So unavoidable everywhere you turn it’s there

I sit and wonder

What am i doing here?

But on the telephone line

I am anyone,

I am anything I wanna be

I could be a super model

Or Norman Mailer

And you wouldn’t know the difference

Or would you?

In santa monica

All the people got modern names

Like Jake or Mandy

And modern bodies too

In santa monica on the boulevard

You’ll have to dodge those in line skaters

Or they’ll knock you down

I never felt so lonely

Never felt so out of place

I never wanted

Something more than this

But on the telephone line

I am anyone

I am anything I want to be

I could be a super model

Or Norman mailer

And you wouldn’t know the difference

Or would You?