In Santa Monica, in the
winter time,
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get
your coffee from
The coolest places on
the Promenade
Where people drees just
so
Beauty so unavoidable,
everywhere you turn
It's there I sit and wonder
what am I doing here?
But on the telophone line
I am anyone
I am anything i want to
be
I could be a super model
or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know
the difference
Or would you?
In Santa Monica, all the
people got modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern Bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the
boulevard,
You'll have to dodge those
in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
Inever felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something
more than this
But on the telephone line
I am anyone
I am anything I want to
be
I could be a super model
or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know
difference
On the telephone line,
I am any height
Iam any age I want to
be
I could be a caped crusader,
or space invader
And you wouldn't know
the difference
Or would you?