Landed in this desert
Met some maidens and magicians
Kings of fade in and fade out and smooth transitions
Welcome to the smoke and mirror show
Baby, you can win if you can go low

But the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway
And all of the lights are going my way
The Sun sets West on Pacific Coast Road
I look in the rear view and wonder when I’ll get sold

All the lotus eaters
In their fedoras and wife beaters
Those kings of B plots and no contrition
See the vital organs they trade
For all that money, Sun, and fame

And the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway
And all of the lights are going my way
The Sun sets West on Pacific Coast Road
I look in the rear view and wonder when I’ll get old

Time to leave this desert
Leave the maidens and magicians
Leave the kings and the queens to their board positions
The clock no longer runs slow
But you got nowhere else to go

And the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway
And all of the lights were going my way
Ah, but the Sun sets fast on Pacific Coast Road
I look in the rear view and wonder when I got old