You miss the houses of Beverly Hills   And the midnight radio   I am waiting for you still    In the rain on road   Where we said goodbye for as long as arms could reach   To Florida skies    Indian rivers    And satellite beaches       LA is Mars   Where the wind blows money and stars   You are   The peak of mountaintop   You are       There is a black haired girl   At the motel    There is something in way   Of the world    Could you tell?   We took the last train    Out of the darkness of Griffith Park   We took the last train out of the dark      LA is Mars   Where the wind blows money and stars   You are   The peak of mountaintop   You are    The peak of the mountaintop      Don’t wave me on   I feel almost everything   I am here    Where I'm in love   I am here    In spite of your      Do you feel like I feel like?   Like you were living life in a dream?