when the sun goes down on a California town
the legs of night begin to stretch, bourbon filters the sunset
moon begins to fill the sky / in film noir it's time to die
moon begins to fill the sky . . .

when the light begins to curl around a California girl
she is looking for her star to rise above the boulevard
up 'til now it's been pretend / but its time for that to end
yeah it's time for that to end . . .
into the trunk, gagged and bound, the last you'll see of tinsel town
momentary lapse of sound and
all that you got left / all that you got left

when the night begins to stretch
goodbye is all that you've got left - left
when the sun goes down on that California town
the legs of night begin to stretch, bourbon filters the sunset
moon begins to fill the sky / in film noir it's time to die
blood-red moon has filled the sky . . .
into the trunk, gagged and bound, the last you'll see of tinsel town
momentary lapse of sound and
all that you got left / all that you got left
when the night begins to stretch
goodbye is all that you've got left
it's all that's left