Well, the rent’s no cheaper in Burbank
I think somebody lied
And they keep saying L.A. is over with
It’s like someone had died
But the rich and fortunate
Like plastic surgeons, they all seem to thrive
I’m just skating on the boardwalk today
Thinking, hey, how strange I’m alive
There’s a lady getting arrested
She’s walking topless on the beach
There’s an old blind man
With his banjo in hand
Tip jar is well within reach
But the lost and restless
They get nervous when the cops pass by I watch the old men play chess
Hey, hey, we all get by But the lost and restless
They get nervous when the cops pass by
I’m just here on the pier today
Thinkin' hey, I’d like to do more
More than survive
There’s a part of me gone missing
It left so long ago, some town I’d lived in Some childhood nightmare
Where it went ain’t nobody knows
But the voices of angels
They will lift me when it’s my time to fly
I’m just here in the California sun
Thinking, hey, hey, I guess, I’ll try