The Home of the Angels
I’ve heard there’s a sign in the West on a hillside –
That leads to a jolly good land –
Where the Sun always shines on its name in lights,
On boulevards blond and tanned.
I’ve heard there’s a town where they rebuild the cities,
Where the stories are stacked so tall –
Then they pull them all down in a couple of nights,
And we’re left to imagine them all.
I’ve heard there’s a wide road that looks to the sunset,
And lets it all go to its head –
Where ev’ry abode is chock-full of dreams,
But there’s only so many beds.
I’ve heard there’s a sidewalk that shakes our hand,
And the backlots are guarded by beasts –
And it’s true, all the talk, how the whole town gleams,
When it’s seen from a distance, at least…
Rhyming Couplets 