Lyrics

Five hours to Vegas
Seven to the Bay
Six hours to New York City
as a crow flies

And here I am
On Hollywood and Vine
It’s nothing special to see
I wonder why you hear about it
all the time

And I find that I’m not alone
In the red and far from home
I had this dream I was traveling
When I woke up I was here

Only the lonely ones
cry about home
In LA

When I was six I was living on a farm
Just outside of Neosho
There are stories of mystery
and tragedy
and deep January snow

When I wandered
back in those tracks
in that mystic land
I’d never heard of “Hollywood”
Only of “wild man in the woods”

Only the lonely ones
cry out about home
In LA

I feel these desert nights
I watch these boulevard fights
I look in these limousines
I see these wild fashion ladies
They make it look easy
yeah yeah yeah …

I spent time in Colorado
And time on the road
I’ve spent time
at the bathroom mirror
looking for roadmaps in my eyes

Just a few hours to Mexico
I’ve been meaning to go
But this is...
Chuck’s year in Hollywood!
With one short year to go

Only the lonely ones
cry about home
In LA
In LA