BURBANK
J. Christine Cochran
©1995 Oh Brother Songs, ASCAP
(all rights reserved)

Well the rent’s no cheaper in Burbank
I think somebody lied
And they keep saying L.A. is over with
It’s like someone had died

But the rich and fortunate
Like - plastic surgeons
They all seem to thrive
I’m just skating on the boardwalk today
Thinking hey, how strange I’m alive

There’s a lady getting arrested
She’s walking topless on the beach
There’s an old blind man
With his banjo in hand
Tip jar is well within reach

But the lost and restless
They get nervous
When the cops pass by
I watch the old men play chess
Hey, hey—we all get by

(Repeat ½ above chorus)
I’m just here on the pier today
Thinkin’ hey, I’d like to do more
More than survive

There’s a part of me gone missing
It left so long ago
Some town I’d lived in
Some childhood nightmare
Where it went aint nobody knows

But the voices of angels
They will lift me
When it’s my time to fly
I’m just here in the California sun
Thinking hey, hey—I guess I’ll try