Goodnight To The Westside

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[C]She draws a li[B]ne in the sa[Am]nd with her [G]feet
And there's an o[C]ld man w[B]alking in the [Am]middle of the [G]street
And as the s[C]un goes [B]down well she [Am]calls me a f[G]ool, you know
'Cause I'm still [C]sitting here[B] in my roo[Am]m      [G]
[Am]And I peak out [Em]my window or[F] I close my e[G]yes
Saying g[F]oodnight to the W[B]estsi[C]de

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Well the sun feels warm on my face these days

And I'm slightly removed from the smog of L.A.

But I'm still searching those things I just can't see

Like how a beautiful face can hide her life from me

Take a deep breath as she asks for a ride

Saying goodnight to the Westside

Well I come home late in the evening time

And I try to ride down to the beach and I stare up at the sky

And I lie on the Venice sand

And I think about her and I think about all of them, all of them

Sometimes I'm thinking about all of them

And I roll my windows down

And let the air flow all around me

As I start to drive

Say goodnight to the Westside

To the Westside

Goodnight to the Westside