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
That if he tries really hard then he might just be
A beautiful star cause that’s all he really needs
To make him mend inside

Callie, you’re running out of time
Callie, you’re going down in style
Come on swallow your pride
And 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, Callie

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
And if you’re going to sing, sing for art’s sake
Don’t give it all in to a beast
That has no name

Callie, you’re running out of time
Callie, you’re going down in style
Come on swallow your pride
And get on a train out of Hollywood