Here on the outskirts of life
Dreams seldom come true
Flipping through photographs emotional holographs
Cutouts of all the figures you might have been
Reflections of a life you once lived
As the evening descends
You're conscious of every breath
Every moment is a crisis I guess
Staring out the window of your hotel room
You lit one too many fires underneath that spoon
You deserve the chosen few
Real life us out of view
Yea but that's just here
On the outskirts of your life
There's a picture we've all seen
It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Amba**ador Hotel
It's the silhouette of a man in another's arms
So turn off your TVs and let that train go home
Cause everyone warned you that California
Wasn't going to be the end
No California wasn't gonna be the end
So tell me where can you hide when
The whole world is ugly and strange
Yes where can you turn when
This whole world knows your name
And these four walls are screaming
And all your friends were so deceiving
You forgot the lines to a part you rehearsed so well
Lying awake in the Brazilian Court Hotel
But that's just here
On the outskirts of your life