shooting stars gilded age yeah just spill your dreams to me and we just hide away you can stay if you believe just a leap of faith across a busy boulevard of broken dreams and i dream about her even though i never should miss hollywood miss hollywood miss hollywood and i would ride into the sunset if i could miss hollywood miss hollywood miss hollywood so slow to fade check all the hip across the street taking turns unlocking doors to fame by proximity golden dreams flow like water and the water always wins for good or bad once you let it in don t you cry on oscar night lifted up from mother earth to find her elusive smile you can t buy authentic vibe but you can check out all the detours on the 405 you can stay if you believe but spinning gold is never easy when shooting stars are your dreams up in the sky a star s just a star but funny thing when looking up it seems to follow you wherever you are  and i dream about her even though i never should miss hollywood miss hollywood miss hollywood yeah i would ride into the sun like clint eastwood miss hollywood miss hollywood miss hollywood so slow to fade so slow to fade so slow to fade so slow to fade so slow to fade