WONDERING - L.A. THE WHOREHOUSE BY THE SEA (David Baerwald, Will Sexton) The moon hangs high, like an axe in the sky Sunset, smears it with blood And the Buicks, and Oldsmobiles, and Hondas and Datsuns, Like cows in a field of concrete mud And the windows of the building look like sleepy eyed men In a calm after a fight Oh it's twighlight in Venice, in the U.S of A I'm wondering where you are tonight Oh, I'm wondering where you are tonight Oh, I'm wondering, hope everything's alright And the roofing tar smell, still hangs overhead thick Like black marmalade of smoke Like this feeling that I've got That somehow, something inside of me got broke Oh, I'm wondering where you are tonight Oh, I'm wondering, hope everything's alright (bah, bah, bah) Oh, I'm alone, in L.A., the whorehouse by the sea * Thanks to A-Town TX for lyric corrections! Terminal 54 www.geocities.com/terminal_54/
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