My Own Hollywood

I'm stealing scenes, I'm working through my lines

Or is it just a dream, I have them all the time

And when I look around, I suddenly wake up

And I'm a passer-by in my own Hollywood

Behind the yellow tape inside my mind

I'm your leading man, my Grant to your Monroe

And I can't understand why you don't want to go

Back to my trousdale pad, and then I realise

I'm just a passer-by in my own Hollywood

Across the street from where it all goes down

I think I'll cut a disc or maybe write a book

If you want more of this, they will tell you where to look

And it won't be at me, 'cos you will surely see

I'm just a passer-by in my own Hollywood

Another extra somewhere in the crowd

I'm just a passer-by in my own Hollywood

Another extra somewhere in the crowd

I'm just a passer-by in my own Hollywood

I'm just a passer-by in my own Hollywood

I'm a passer-by in my own Hollywood

I'm a passer-by in my own Hollywood