Joe Purdy - Goodnight to the Westside Lyrics
She draws a line in the sand with her feetAnd there's an old man walking in the middle of the streetAnd as the sun goes down, well, she calls me a fool, you know'Cause I'm still sitting here in my roomAnd I peak out my window, or I close my eyesSaying goodnight to the Westside.Well, the sun feels warm on my face these daysAnd I'm slightly removed from the smog of L.A.But I'm still searching those things I just can't seeLike how a beautiful face can hide her life from meTake a deep breath as she asks for a rideSaying goodnight to the WestsideWell, I come home late in the evening timeAnd I try to ride down to the beach, and I stare up at the skyAnd I lie on the Venice sandAnd I think about her, and I think about all of them, all of themSometimes I'm thinking about all of themAnd I roll my windows downAnd let the air flow all around meAs I start to driveSay goodnight to the WestsideTo the WestsideGoodnight to the Westside