Hollywood - Michael Nesmith, The First National Band

The sun that’s falling from the Southwestern sky

Tells me that I must depart

By sundown today, I’ll be on my way

But I’ll be leaving my heart

It’s not the countryside that appealed to my eyes

It’s the spirit that captured mind

But the things I tried to be made a wreck out of me Now a different road I must find

These things I think are new

I guess they’re really old

It seems I’ve done 'em all before

Now to go back to that fork in the road

Takes all the strength of my soul and more

Oh, good-bye, good-good-bye you cruel town

You’ve been a fair-weather friend

Now I will go to someplace that I know

Where things don’tt start just to end

Oh, good-bye, good-good-bye, you cuel town

You’ve been a fair-weather friend

Now I will go to someplace that I know

Where things don’t start just to end