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Hollywood neon, ancient moon

Dancing on the edge of a plastic spoon

Got the desert dust inside my veins

Running from the shadows and the acid rains

The sidewalk’s burning under my feet

Can you hear the spirit in the concrete beat?

From the canyon floor to the city spire

We’re just fuel for the original fire

Cellular memory, a rhythmic code

Looking for the center of the dusty road

My grandfather’s ghost is a radio sign

Crossing all the borders of the space and time

L.A. sun on a broken glass

Watching all the empires of the ego pass

I’m a wild child with a suit and tie

Trying to find the water where the wells ran dry

The river’s calling out my name

It’s never gonna feel the same

Take me where the red dirt flows

Where the secret spirit grows!

Oh, take me back to the canyon blood

Through the fire and the holy flood

I’m coming home to the soul and soil

Beyond the sweat and the daily toil

Yeah, we’re the sons of the golden light

Burning through the California night!

Oh, take me back to the canyon blood

Through the fire and the holy flood

I’m coming home to the soul and soil

Beyond the sweat and the daily toil

Yeah, we’re the sons of the golden light

Burning through the California night!