Lyrics:

No... No golden mile Or flashing cameras, the ritzy style Just ... just scrap book smiles. There's no need to hurry, when all she has is time She, she, she, she's going home Between the pagodas and always alone Down on Sunset Boulevard, you'd sell your soul before your car is paid for. The only laughing sound you hear, from blind men cause they hold no fear of darkness With every flashing theatre light, a startled welcome through the night is glowing. But every mother's son is dead, they choked upon the daily bread they prayed for. Friends... friends pass on by. She gives a performance, they call it a lie. Only ... only late at night. She still sees the traces of the city lights Sun Sun ... Sun ... Sunset Boulevard, the devil can take her, she's been there before By the broken ballistrade, an idol from another age is swaying Softly singing Gershwin songs, but every other note is wrong and straining. And once again her glass is dry, the bedroom mirror cannot lie forever For down on Sunset Boulevard they've lived too long and laughed too hard to love her The telephone is ringing ... but there's no reply A gramophone is singing ... sweetly out of time. And in the hall, screaming for the final scene ... Passing through their eyes, peering for the view. With her name in lights, The lady's news. And in her sleep they call her... loving every smile Lining every street to see her . . . starry eyed and wild. Again she wakes, screaming for the final scene. Passing through their eyes, peering for the view. With her name in lights, The lady's news.