Gift of the sage chaparral   Born of this bone-dry heat   In summer when roads turn caramel   The earthquakes and everyone leaves      Where have they gone   Far from hyperion   And sunset boulevard   Where have they gone   North up to oregon   And mt. saint helens ha ha ha      Left behind dishes and furniture   Took only the blankets to sleep   Sprinkled their pillows with lavender   Safe from the grasp of the enemy      Where have they gone   Far from hyperion   And sunset boulevard   Where have they gone   North up to oregon   And mt. saint helens ha      Thrown from the nest of los angeles   Naive and motherless each      Dear friends farewell   Write down the e-mail for me   We're out of town till these aftershocks   Let up most definitely      Where have they gone   Far from hyperion   And sunset boulevard   Word is you've gone   On up to oregon   With room for company      Flown from the nest of los angeles   Naive and motherless me