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 © 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