Lyrics:

Shooting stars
Gilded age
Yeah just spill your dreams to me
And we just hide away
You can stay
If you believe
Just a leap of faith across
A busy boulevard of broken dreams

And I dream about her even though I never should
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
And I would ride into the sunset if I could
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
So slow to fade

Check all the hip
Across the street
Taking turns unlocking doors
To fame by proximity
Golden dreams
Flow like water
And the water always wins
For good or bad once you let it in


Don't you cry
On Oscar night
Lifted up from Mother Earth
To find her elusive smile
You can't buy
Authentic vibe
But you can check out all the detours
On the 405

You can stay
If you believe
But spinning gold is never easy
When shooting stars are your dreams
Up in the sky
A star's just a star
But funny thing when looking up
It seems to follow you wherever you are


And I dream about her even though I never should
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
Yeah I would ride into the sun like Clint Eastwood
Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood

So slow to fade
So slow to fade
So slow to fade
So slow to fade
So slow to fade