Train Out of Hollywood Songtext
von Judith Owen

Train out of Hollywood
WORDS & MUSIC BY JUDITH OWEN

I′ve got a friend and he can't see,
How living the high life might just be,
The perfect disguise for someone who′s in pain
And he works in a bar and he tells me,
If he tries really hard,
Then he might just be,
A beautiful star cause that's all he really needs,
To make him well inside

Callie, you're running out of time.
Callie, you′re going down in style.
Swallow your pride,
Get on a train out of Hollywood

Look at me, I′ve been such a fool,
Thinking fame would do what only time can do
Hoping I would be alright, if I could have a perfect life
Just like you.


Funny how those who would chase fame
Tend to be those in the greatest pain
Searching for highs that would reach
Into their very veins

Oh Callie, pack up your bags and your mistakes
If you're gonna sing, sing for art′s sake
Don't give it all in to a beast
Who has no name...

Callie, you′re running out of time.
Callie, you're going down in style.
Swallow your pride,
Get on a train out of Hollywood

Callie get on that train,
Before you lose your everything.
Callie listen to me...
Hey Callie.
Judith Owen - Piano & vocals
Leland Sklar - Bass
Russell Kunkel - Drums
Waddy Wachtel - Guitar
Lenny Castro - Percussion & Pedro Segundo
Carmen Carter, Lori Perry & Oren Waters - Backing vocals