Fame and Fortune are a Magnet

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.
I’ve been for a walk on a winter’s day.
I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreaming on such a winter’s day.

Got onboard a westbound seven-forty-seven.
Didn’t think before deciding what to do.
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
rang true. It sure rang true.

L.A. is a great big freeway. Put a hundred down and buy a car.
In a week, maybe two, they’ll make you a star.
Weeks turn into years. How quick they pass!
And all the stars that never were are parking cars and pumping gas.

Out of work, I’m out of my head.
Out of self-respect, I’m out of bread.
I’m under-loved, I’m underfed.
I wanna go home.

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it,
had offers but don’t know which one to take?
Please don’t tell ’em how you found me.
Don’t tell ’em how you found me.
Give me a break. Give me a break.