Silverlake Sunday

Silverlake sunday,
no food in the house
I drove my car to sunset,
needed somethin' to put in my mouth
And I had to step over
the junkies that lay on the ground
lady behind the counter,
said "coffee, i'm sorry, we're out"

Now the lounge wasn't open,
but T Roy stood outside
and he gave me a funeral speech,
and wiped a tear from his eye
He said, kid, I'll kiss your feet
if you can get your friends inside,
so I can, start the long recovery
from the loss I took last night

But it's alright,
cuz I'm in California tonight,
I said my goodbyes,
they said We hope your traffic is light
You can come back,
you can come back anytime, that you want,
if you should want

I'm travelin' around,
and livin' out of my car
piled high with suitcases
and two or three guitars
it'll do for the day, til I find
a couch I can sleep on,
or even better a Heather in a sweater
to hold me in her arms

But it's alright, cuz I'm in California tonight, I said my goodbyes, they said We hope your traffic is light You can come back, you can come back anytime, that you want, if you should want

I find myself floating
like a whisper on the wind
destination roaming, who gonna let me in?

Now I'm tourin' apartments,
and they all seem so nice
got views of Griffith Park,
down to the Hollywood sign
I'd move in tomorrow,
if they would only let me apply,
but you gotta have a credit score 700,
steady income and a damn good alibi

But it's alright, cuz I'm in California tonight, I said my goodbyes, they said We hope your traffic is light You can come back, you can come back anytime, that you want, if you should want