Sunset Boulevard

Come down with me, girl

I'll show you the lights,

We'll walk to the road's end

As you take in the sights.

Would you like me to just be

Or i could give you some talk

Down till the road's end

About sunset boulevard.

As we walk hand in hand,

Can you hear them play?

Music for the blue dirge

They sing here everyday

They mourn for us, girl

Who walk back and forth

The daily last walk

Of the walking ghosts

We live here, don't we

All our evening lives

We spend here too much

Our self pitying smiles.

There are friends here too

Who shed a tear

Martyrs they are, girl

Just like me and you!

Waging their own wars

in expanded mindspaces

Alone inside their mental shells.

Against limiting horizons

and restricted views,

And seeing the world

from the other man's shoes.

And let me tell you my girl,

When it's all said and done,

They all will realize

that before the fun

of a glorious society

of vast expansiveness,

and freedom and space,

it is soon time to run.

The day is over

and it's evening too soon.

But the clock stands still

while the light fades away.

And here we are girl,

in the last light of day,

Once again at road's end

and making our way

Past the souls of the martyrs

Who walk here and away.

Anytime you feel like

taking a walk,

You must come down with me, girl

to the sunset boulevard.