I think these walls have a message or have changed   Which it is I can't decide.   So I leave with the writer that remains   And let him tell me what his better days were like.      And I sit with the memory of kings   With only words to criticize   As if I finally found the antidote for pain   Without knowing what that's really like.      And our actor ends his love song   And all these lovers sit and stare.   If I don't find peace in the valley   It's cause there wasn't any there.      I will move somewhere the ocean's never seen.   Somewhere weeds just make their place   Where my best friend's exist only on screen   Where my love all fits and frays      But I want fire tumbling out into the night   I want you to know why you hold me close   Pull the quarter from my ear, or say you tried   I need magic or the holy ghost.      And as I drive on through these canyons   I'm still feeling like a crook   If I don't find peace in the valley   I've got no place else to look.