Lyrics

On a rare Hollywood night
I saw distant lightning strike
Like a star just caught on fire
Like sparks from a funeral pyre
These hot Santa Ana winds
blowing up our piled up sins
Carrying our backyard dreams
Carrying our silent screams

And I know that it ain't right
If I still love you
The way i do

It's a cold November night
And I'm bathed in pale moonlight
Wishing you were here with me
Wishing I could call ya, B
but you got lost in their designs
Killing days, and living nights
Praying for a different line
Than the one that gets you high

You're going
Where I can't follow

And I know that it ain't right
If I still love you
The way I do
And I know that it ain't right
If I'm still holding on
To what is gone

Oh sweetie
If you leave
I'll be where you left me
Much stronger, and better
But still half the measure
Of all that I could be
If I had you with me
All I hoped and I dreamed
Is that you'll be happy

Now you're going where I can't follow
Now you're going where I can't follow
Now you're going where I can't follow
Now you're going where I can't follow...