It's not your fault Another color for the painted wall You're at the window with your eyes across The weight of the world Yesterday You came up empty for the second time You threw it back because you heard a sigh A baby's cry A little east of Hollywood Because you don't know where it is That another day begins You're running out Of things to talk about I'm tired now Of watching all the movies fade to black We could have seen you but they cut it out And left you to beg A little east of Hollywood Because you don't know where it is That another day begins You're running out Of things to talk about When silence falls Never turn around