Rot In The Sun

something about the absence of any seasons

of any sense of time going by

something in the endless procession of palm trees

don't fall in love and you'll never die

you get signed to a major top 40 label

blow david geffen, blow seymour stein

you can make an atrocious top 40 record

no one will know in two weeks time

let ending begin

rot in the wind

the end has begun

rot in the sun

you can find your own love

and a place to stay

even in new york, new york

but not in l.a.

be a movie star or a runaway

somebody will love you anyhow

but not in l.a.

not in l.a.

let ending begin

rot in the wind

the end has begun

rot in the sun