Back In Your Hollywood Arms

36,000 feet, American Airlines #114, seat 19C (aisle) somewhere over, I dunno’, Texas or something. Listening to Aimee Mann. Blinking the dryness out of my contacts. Sedate. Pensive. Slightly anxious. Slightly bored.

I left New York City exactly two weeks ago. By the time I get to Hell’s Kitchen I will have traveled some 12,000+ miles. Having broken my routine a bit, and seeing another side of possibilities, I’m not eager to slip back into the NYC, MTV, DVD, take-out dinners routine. I’m jonesin’ for change and adventure. I’m jonesin’ to move to Los Angeles. I’m jonesin’ to make running beaches, hiking canyons, and exploring deserts the routine. After some work, of course. Who needs seasons? I never liked winter anyway. I can always visit winter.

So, don’t mark my words, but if I can architect it, I’d like to move to L.A. sometime in early 2003, when my lease expires and bonus hits. Buy a used BMer, drive it west. Plant some seeds. Sell some screenplays. Make some films. More records. Kick it up a notch. That way, I’m half-way to Hawaii all of the time. And that way, I’m back in your Hollywood arms.

Back down to earth, it’s a popular place
For trading your worth for a second of grace
As I pick through the garbage on the 405
Just as restless as midnight and nearly as tired
As these chains that’ve been breaking me
These heroes forsaken me
This sadness that keeps me alive

Yeah I just want to be safe and warm, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms
Yeah I promise I’ll be twice as strong, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms

Touch down on dry land, a fistfull of lies
The broken cathedrals that reach for the sky
But the foundation’s weak again
Layed down by lesser men
Praying to keep me alive

Yeah I just want to be safe from harm, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms
Yeah I promise I’ll be twice as strong, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms

I’m down on my knees, I’m miles from home
I’m beggin’ you please just don’t leave me alone

Back down to earth, feels out of place
For what it’s worth my second of grace
Is the moment eluding me
The air that’s polluting me
The hope that keeps me alive

Yeah I just want to be safe and warm, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms
Yeah I promise I’ll be twice as strong, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms
Yeah I just want to be safe from harm, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms
Yeah I promise I’ll never be far, wrapped in your Hollywood Arms