Hyperion And Sunset — Grant Lee Buffalo

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