The Backlot

Showing up and knowing no one
The debutantes with big sunglasses on
Breeze by hand in hand so I, oh I
Dream that I’m back in my car
Leaving the gates where the private estates are
My headlights a wisp through the night so dark
So dark, so dark, so dark

(C) I don’t know what came along and tricked me into believing
That you’re the only one for me
Up to Griffith Park where I can see how the backlot mirrors a cemetery
And I don’t know why I’m here at all

Back at the party while I pine away
The social whirl without the mystery
Leaves me hopeless without your love
And though the crowd’s dressed to the nines
The dust still blows ‘round their antique cars down the drive
And wild things still grow along the 405 all night
All night, all night, all night