Hyperion And Sunset - Grant Lee Buffalo

Gift of the sage chaparral

Born of this bone-dry heat

In summer when roads turn caramel

The earthquakes and everyone leaves

Where have they gone

Far from Hyperion

And Sunset Boulevard

Where have they gone

North up to Oregon

And Mt. Saint Helens ha ha ha

Left behind dishes and furniture

Took only the blankets to sleep

Sprinkled their pillows with lavender

Safe from the grasp of the enemy

Where have they gone

Far from Hyperion

And Sunset Boulevard

Where have they gone

North up to Oregon

And Mt. Saint Helens ha

Thrown from the nest of Los Angeles

Naive and motherless each

Dear friends farewell

Write down the e-mail for me

We’re out of town till these aftershocks

Let up most definitely

Where have they gone

Far from Hyperion

And Sunset Boulevard

Word is you’ve gone

On up to Oregon

With room for company

Flown from the nest of Los Angeles

Naive and motherless me