Santa Monica Album lyrics

In Santa Monica, in the winter time
The lazy streets so undemanding
I walk into the crowd
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
The coolest places on the promenade
Where people dress just so
Beauty so unavoidable,
everywhere you turn
It`s there
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn`t know the difference
Or would you?

In Santa Monica, all the people got
modern names
Like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,
You`ll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they`ll knock you down
I never felt so lonely,
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

But on the telephone line I am anyone
I am anything I want to be
I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn`t know the difference
On the telephone line, I am any height
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or
space invader
And you would know the difference
Or would you