Train Out of Hollywood (feat. Keb' Mo')

Train out of Hollywood WORDS & MUSIC BY JUDITH OWEN I've got a friend and he can't see, How living the high life might just be, The perfect disguise for someone who's in pain And he works in a bar and he tells me, If he tries really hard, Then he might just be, A beautiful star cause that's all he really needs, To make him well inside Callie, you're running out of time. Callie, you're going down in style. Swallow your pride, Get on a train out of Hollywood Look at me, I've been such a fool, Thinking fame would do what only time can do Hoping I would be alright, if I could have a perfect life Just like you. Funny how those who would chase fame Tend to be those in the greatest pain Searching for highs that would reach Into their very veins Oh Callie, pack up your bags and your mistakes If you're gonna sing, sing for art's sake Don't give it all in to a beast Who has no name... Callie, you're running out of time. Callie, you're going down in style. Swallow your pride, Get on a train out of Hollywood Callie get on that train, Before you lose your everything. Callie listen to me... Hey Callie. Judith Owen - Piano & vocals Leland Sklar - Bass Russell Kunkel - Drums Waddy Wachtel - Guitar Lenny Castro - Percussion & Pedro Segundo Carmen Carter, Lori Perry & Oren Waters - Backing vocals