Spoken: I'm trying to remember how it all began. You know, when things all started really coming down
She's lost in the side of the L.A. River
Thought she'd catch the endless rolling wave
A man writes his name in a locket of silver
And places her picture by the grave
The sun's down in the west
And search lights scan the big sky
We'll put on our Sunday best
We're gonna meet the big guy
Babes in the woods and out on the streets
Staying up way past eleven
Come out of the cold, have something to eat
We'll make you a bed in heaven
The sun's down in the west
And search lights scan the big sky
We'll put on our Sunday best
We're gonna meet the big guy
Explosions and zeppelins and sirens wailing
They said it could not happen here
We tried to ignore when our systems were failing
But one thing is certain, one thing is clear
The sun's down in the west
And search lights scan the big sky
We'll put on our Sunday best
We're gonna meet the big guy
He said, "Here's our glory, the good and the great"
Long after the glory had faded
There's a veil on our pave step, peers to a fate
We never anticipated
The sun's down in the west
As search lights scan the big sky
We'll put on our Sunday best
We're gonna meet the big guy
The sun's down in the west
As search lights scan the big sky
We'll put on our Sunday best
We're gonna meet the big guy
Spoken: We could work a miracle, and build the city again. I mean, after all, this is Hollywood!
