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?