The Dust of Long-Dead Stars

Pouring slowly out of the owl bar

Side the beverly hotel

Stumble over to the rendezvous

We'll have another cocktail there

Nurse another cheap old-fashioned

The floor is streaked with dreams and beer

Cursing that old sin ambition

There is certainly none of that in here

Certainly none of that in here

The dust of long dead stars

That is who we are

The dust of long dead stars

That is who we are

Silly rings formed on the counter

Lost among the boomerangs

The existential biker waitress wisdom

Betty page without the bangs

Like two moths lost and tattered

Only looking for the light

Went searching for enlightenment

But ended up in here tonight

Ended up in here tonight

The dust of long dead stars

That is who we are

The dust of long dead stars

That is who we are