Baby Lemonade - Better Things lyrics

compensation for the little man just ain't what it used to be hillside lounge at the edge of town a breathing man you'd swear was dead he's alone - in smoke that turns to stone he lives a lie sailing sunsets on a carbon heart can burn away just like your dreams underpaid and you can't get laid a meteoric fall from grace have you any secrets to share for bailing out when you were scared image is not enough I know there's better things there's a man who lives in Hollywood and he don't know his time is gone seems just fine while he blows his mind but that don't count when you can't score he's around - a ghost in his ghost town he will shine no more