Hollywood Rodeo

When all the dreams come out

From left field

Or big small towns

My Hollywood rodeo’s far from over

And maybe it won’t work out,

Through state-lines

And cold shoulders

I’m sure we’ll all find out in the end

But it was the best night I’ve ever had

Sometimes the best things don’t, make sense

Last night I got chills

Last night it felt real

Painted the golden child

That’s barefoot

And wild wonder

That learned to dance in the desert

But somewhere the rhythm changed

And somehow it’s called rebellion

And someday I hope you get it

But it was the best night I’ve ever had

Last night I got chills

Last night, it felt real

Holding on

To the thrill of it

Holding on

Cause it’s delicate

Last night I got chills

Last night it felt real