i was sitting in the hollywood hawaiian hotel i was staring in my empty coffee cup i was thinking that the gypsy wasn t lyin 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 standin until i pay my bill hey 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 wakin up in the mornings with shakin hands and i m tryin 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 mm mm mm mm 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 away3