Sanoja: Hoffs Susanna. It's Lonely Out Here.

ten million people in this city
and from the air it looks so pretty
when i get down on the ground you won't be around
it's lonely out here
it's lonely out here
ten thousand headlights on this highway
so you go your way and i go my way
now i'm down on the ground
i won't hear a sound


santa anas bending the palms
the sun is shining on the green, green lawns
i'm stuck outside a postcard, i can't find home
right now i'm breathing pretty hard
running for my life on sunset boulevard.