Moody, jaded midtempo rock song about fame and broken dreams; in the vein of Matchbox Twenty or Counting Crows
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October 26, 2009
There's witches in the West, and if you're not careful
They'll wrap you up in a sparkling bubble
And take you somewhere over the rainbow
A place no place like home.
There's witches in the West: some are good, some wicked;
Take your chances, 'cause you can't tell the difference.
You can pray to God in a old Spanish mission,
And there's no such thing as the American Dream,
Unless you're beautiful,
And there's no such thing as beautiful enough.
But I still believe in miracles,
Unless we both give up.
And if there's no such thing, believing is all we've got
In Hollywood the sun is just another starlet,
Wish upon her fall like Jiminy Cricket,
She grants one wish then throws ten million
Other prayers away.
If you ever had to trust in the kindness of strangers
Don't stop now, it's far too dangerous.
Hold on to me, and I'll be your savior
'Cause there ain't no God in the City of Angels,
When you're losing yourself
Turn into somebody else
I think America likes you better that way
Did you fall off the truck?
There are no honest bucks
To be made on the maximum wage.
'Cause there's no such thing as circumstances
Beyond your own control.
And there's no such thing as trying hard enough.
'Cause I still believe in second chances
If you can't land your shot,
But if there's no such thing, give this one all you've got.