Desperados Under the Eaves

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel

I was staring in my empty coffee cup

I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lying

All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles

I'm gonna drink 'em up

And if California slides into the ocean

Like the mystics and statistics say it will

I predict this motel will be standing

Until I pay my bill

Huh!

Don't the sun look angry through the trees?

Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?

Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?

Heaven help the one who leaves

Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands

And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me

But except in dreams you're never really free

Don't the sun look angry at me?

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel

I was listening to the air conditioner hum

It went mmm

Mmmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away

Look away down Gower Avenue

Look away