Santa Monica

Savage Garden

In Santa Monica, in the winter time 
The lazy streets so undemanding 
I walk into the crowd 
In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from 
The coolest places on the promenade 
Where people dress just so 
Beauty so unavoidable 
Everywhere you turn, it�s there I sit and wonder what am I doing here? 
But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be 
I could be a supermodel 
Or Norman Mailer 
And you wouldn�t know the difference
Or would you? 

In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names 
Like Jake or Mandy 
And modern bodies too 
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard 
You�ll have to dodge those in line skaters 
Or they�ll knock you down I never felt so lonely 

Never felt so out of place I never wanted something more than this 
But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be
I could be a supermodel 
Or Norman Mailer 
And you wouldn�t know the difference 
See, on the telephone line I am any height, 
I am any age I want to be 
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
 And you wouldn�t know the difference 
Or would you? Or would you? 

On the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be 
I could be a supermodel 
Or Norman Mailer 
And you wouldn�t know the difference 
See, on the telephone line I am any height, I am any age I want to be 
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader 
And you wouldn�t know the difference 
Or would you?