Welcome and spin your Hollywood

In the backyard with a friend on the telephone

The town right then is cooler than down

You're the one that turns it around

It's high and lost, forget about them

And this sound

Yeah, I guess this sound

Wear a bell that Saturday makes

If you've got what it takes, then fate'll come around

Pick that wish and crying thing

And get yourself to a super town

Who cares who's gone?

It's like palm tree sickness hit home

James Taylor's on, through this pipeline

Feels real good

Flashing like rhythm, more than you could

Imagine if it happens to you

And ask me if it lasts

And yesterday's home cut in half

Good night you sleep, it'll be a heavy drive back east