Out on Sunset Strip
Sipping cappuccinos
At 5 in the morning
Pounding words into your face
Books wide open but
You still trail O's of smoke out of
An old pipe.
You inherited from your grandfather.
You look old and dismayed
But you are young and swift.
Look what time has done to you.
Out on the Sunset Strip.
At 5 in the morning
Pounding words into your face
Books wide open but
You still trail O's of smoke out of
An old pipe.
You inherited from your grandfather.
You look old and dismayed
But you are young and swift.
Look what time has done to you.
Out on the Sunset Strip.