Mulholland Street (revision)

And in this weather, my skin turns snow white
And here tonight, I'll try and rest my eyes
But I cant, get you out, of my mind.
cuz you said,
"No amount of anything
could fill the hole she left in me"
But I just want to help you
get back home.

And since the winter, stays here half the year
I think there's time to build, a fire and burn my fears
Cuz i hate the cold, but I need, to stay here.

Yes, I know, winter isn't all the pain.
Summer has it's pouring rain
I lived it all and then you
went away.

Maybe I'll drive south, down to Illinois
Where corn is twice my size, the Mississippi makes all the noise
But time won't stop, for you, or me.
Maybe just the least of these
Could win it all in front of me
Well then i better, hurry up, and
follow their lead.

And i walked down

Mulholland Street again

but this time, there was

no one to hold my hand

the Mississippi sun

can't hide all what i've done

but now

i can sleep

without unrest.

Maybe its the least of these
who end up getting everything
I better, hurry up, and follow their lead

yes, I better, hurry up, and follow their lead