desperadoes under the eaves

Madeleine Peyroux

I was sitting in the hollywood hawaiian hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn t lyin
And all the salty margaritas in l. a
I m gonna drink em up

And if california slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until i pay my bill

Don t the sun look angry through the trees
Don t the trees look like crucified thieves
Don t you feel like desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves

Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And i m trying to find a boy who understands me
But except in dreams you re never really free
Don t the sun look angry at me

I was sitting in the hollywood hawaiian hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mm

Look away down gower avenue, look away