Whenever I   Walk on your breath   I’d hope you’d remember   Every word I said   Yea, some by the way have died   And that’s trouble with art   Playin’ in affairs of the heart   And Hollywood   Is so temperamental, my dear   Where are they now?   All of your friends have fallen by the wayside, my dear   They’ve all gone home   Whenever I lay down   Hoping to remember anything   To prove that she was ever around   I feel that I would fall into   A failed haze, for all   But out here they don’t want me   Back at home they don’t want you   Out here I have found   Where the trees are green   (Tell you what we’ve seen in the meantime…)