Desperados Under the Eaves

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
 I was staring in my empty coffee cup
 I was thinkin' that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
 All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
 I'm gonna drink 'em up
 And if California slides into the ocean
 Like the mystics and statistics say it will
 I predict this motel will be standing
 Until I pay my bill
 Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
 Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?
 Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?
 Heaven help the one who leaves
 Still wakin' up in the mornings with shakin' hands
 And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
 But except in dreams you're never really free
 Don't the sun look angry at me?
 I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
 I was listening to the air conditioner hum
 It went...
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away
 Look away (look away) down Gower Avenue, look away