You poured sand in my pockets You said, "Here's your piece of Hollywood -" You gave me your reasons You say you miss the four seasons, You said the angels here are up to no good I've seen you walk like Charlie Chaplin I've seen you cry like Natalie Wood Sometimes I wish I could read you Like a silent movie caption 'Cause if I could get in your head, You know I would, I would (chorus) You said, "Let's pack our boots, Our rhinestone suits and Take a walk on the wire Feel the weight of the truth Sometimes, you gotta tear The big top down, down I gave the town all that I could Say goodbye to Hollywood" I get this postcard from Iowa You're on a wrap-around porch In a sunflower sea You're running with the scarecrows You got me spinning like a windmill 'Cause there's an empty stool in LA Next to me (chorus) Turn the lights on the marquee low 'Cause baby I'm ready to go So I packed a one way suitcase With my books And my wing-tipped shoes A pair of blue jeans, A postcard and my six-string, And a picture that I took of you (chorus) Sometimes you know you gotta leave and then you should Say goodbye to Hollywood