Hothouse Flowers - Santa Monica Lyrics

Worn out faces from God's special places
Working their lives to the bone
All the colours of the rainbow fade in the wash
Everybody seems so alone

A day at the beach and you're at the races
I can't stop thinking 'bout us
I'm a worn out face
Finding my place

On Santa Monica's blue bus
Santa Monica

I carry a bag full of music and words
And I'm making my way through the streets
The sun has gone down and the people are moving
From the coast back home to the heat

Ninety-nine cent stores and video rentals
Flashing their lights around us
I'm a worn out face
Finding my place

On Santa Monica's bluе bus
Santa Monica

Oh, will I ever get ovеr you?
If only you could show me how
Stop requested, where do I get off?
Santa Monica, Santa Monica

The lights go out at Rancho Park
And everybody starts to scream
The boogie man is early, it's not even dark
And the driver is laughing at me

A little commotion, it's only for fun
Come on people what's all the fuss?
Your beautiful face
Still haunts my mind

On Santa Monica's blue bus
Santa Monica
Santa Monica's blue bus
Santa Monica

Santa Monica's blue bus
Santa Monica
Santa Monica's blue bus
Awwwww Santa Monica