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Rod Snyder: Music

Leaving Hollywood Behind

(Rod Snyder)
What’s the use in staying here—just spent my only dime. Oh, this city bleeds me dry and wastes my precious time. I should have realized long ago. Should have known it’s not my scene. The boulevards are beautiful, but the narrow road’s for me.

Take my golden ticket. I don’t need it anymore. It’s got nothing real to give, so I’m headed for the door. Forgot my first impression—today I’ve changed my mind. Left my bags back at the hotel. I’m leaving Hollywood behind.

Everybody’s got a plan to make it on their own. But I can’t face another day in this city all alone. How’s it feel to trade your life for your handprint in the stone. I don’t want my name in lights—just want a place to call my home.

Take my golden ticket. I don’t need it anymore. It’s got nothing real to give, so I’m headed for the door. Forgot my first impression—today I’ve changed my mind. Left my bags back at the hotel. I’m leaving Hollywood behind.

Leaving, leaving leaving.
Leave it all behind.
Leaving, leaving leaving.
Leave it all behind.

Take my golden ticket. I don’t need it anymore. It’s got nothing real to give, so I’m headed for the door. Forgot my first impression—today I’ve changed my mind. Left my bags back at the hotel. I’m leaving Hollywood behind.

Just leave your bags back at the hotel.
We're leaving Hollywood behind.