They named it "The rock", land of the living dead
A repose for the rich and famous
And all the infamous would tell each other's lies
Why did they want to tell the truth?
Sail away now
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds
Blow
Most were poets and they wrote in basic prose
On the walls of their sunset Blvd.
In their nine by five rooms whose became inspired
By the silence in sight of the city
Sail away now
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds
Blow sail away now
Just across the bay
Battered by the waves
Sail away now
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds
Blow sail away now
Just across the bay
Battered by the waves
Sail away now
Sail away now
Sail away now
Sail away now
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds
Sail away now
Sail away now
Sail away now
Sail away now
On an island in the sun
Cool Pacific winds