Santa Monica - SAVAGE GARDEN

 Lyrics 

       In Santa Monica, in the winter time  

       The lazy streets so undemanding  

       I walk into the crowd  

       In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from  

       The coolest places on the promenade  

       Where people dress just so  

       Beauty so unavoidable,  

       everywhere you turn  

       It's there  

       I sit and wonder what am I doing here?  

  

       But on the telephone line I am anyone  

       I am anything I want to be  

       I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer  

       And you wouldn't know the difference  

       Or would you?  

  

       In Santa Monica, all the people got  

       modern names  

       Like Jake or Mandy  

       And modern bodies too  

       In Santa Monica, on the boulevard,  

       You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters  

       Or they'll knock you down  

       I never felt so lonely,  

       Never felt so out of place  

       I never wanted something more than this  

  

       But on the telephone line I am anyone  

       I am anything I want to be  

       I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer  

       And you wouldn't know the difference  

       On the telephone line, I am any height  

       I am any age I want to be  

       I could be a caped crusader, or  

       space invader  

       And you would know the difference  

       Or would you