Hollywood (Ove Ritola)

Your bus to Hollywood's delayed For yet another hour And it's pouring down as it has been all week Your shield against the rain lets it through A dated newspaper Its ink stains the drops that run down your cheeks Got the keys in my hand But I'm not the man To take you there Your dreams of Hollywood are done It's all over now The chirpy tune in your headphones don't work as it should The signal lights blink in time with the music The song is fading out Turning the volume up is no good Got the keys in my hand But I'm not the man To take you there Get your ass back inside now, girl Get back to where you belong It's finally time to face the music, girl Cause I must stop just playing along Now get back When you still got a chance To remember And remember it good Remember it for what it was