Goodnight To The Westside - Joe Purdy

She draws a line in the sand with her feet

And there’s an old man walking in the middle of the street

And as the sun goes down, well, she calls me a fool, you know

'Cause I’m still sitting here in my room

And I peak out my window, or I close my eyes

Saying goodnight to the Westside.

Well, the sun feels warm on my face these days

And I’m slightly removed from the smog of L.A.

But I’m still searching those things I just can’t see

Like how a beautiful face can hide her life from me

Take a deep breath as she asks for a ride

Saying goodnight to the Westside

Well, I come home late in the evening time

And I try to ride down to the beach, and I stare up at the sky

And I lie on the Venice sand

And I think about her, and I think about all of them, all of them

Sometimes I’m thinking about all of them

And I roll my windows down

And let the air flow all around me

As I start to drive

Say goodnight to the Westside

To the Westside

Goodnight to the Westside