Hollywood

By Michael Nesmith

The sun that's falling on the southwestern sky
Tells me that I must depart
My sun found the day, I'll be on my way,
But I'll be leaving my heart.

It's not the countryside that appealed to my eye.
It's the spirit that captured my mind.
But the things I tried to be made a wreck out of me.
Now a different road I must find.

These things I think are new
I guess they're really old.
It seems like I've done 'em all before.
Now to go back to that fork in the road
Takes all the strength of my soul and more.

Goodbye, goodbye, cruel town.
You've been a fair weather friend.
Now I will go to some place that I know
Where things don't stop just to end.

[Instrumental]

Goodbye, goodbye, cruel town.
You've been a fair weather friend.
Now I will go to some place that I know
Where things don't stop just to end.


[Really llllooooonnnnngggggg  instrumental]