Lyrics Train Out of Hollywood - Judith Owen, Keb' Mo'

Train Out of Hollywood

I’ve got a friend and he can’t see
How living the high life might just be
A perfect disguise for someone…
Who’s in pain
And he works in a bar and he tells me
That if he tries really hard, then he might just be
A beautiful star cause that’s all he really needs
To make him mend inside
Callie, your running out of time
Callie, your going down in style
Come on.
swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood
Look at me
I’ve been such a fool
Thinking fame would do
What only time could do
Hoping I would be alright
If I could have a perfect life
Just like you… Callie
Funny how those who would chase fame
Tend to be those in the greatest pain
Searching for highs that would reach
Into their very grain
(Oh Callie…)
Pack up your bags and your mistakes
And if you’re going to sing, sing for art’s sake
Don’t give it all in to a beast
That has no name
Callie, your running out of time
Callie, your going down in style
Come on.
swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood