Look at him standing there|Streaks of silver running through his hair|Ain't got no radio, no roof overhead|No food to go|But he keeps a place in his heart|Where he likes to go when it's dark|Fear and pain, it seems to subside|When he finds a place he can hide||Cause in his mind he's on Sunset Boulevard|The pace is fast but the living ain't that hard|He knows he'd be safe|If he could only get down to Sunset Boulevard||Look at her standing there|Crying eyes and blood in her hair|Won't win no beauty show|The scars on her face cut deep to her soul|But she keeps a place in her heart|When he comes home after the bar|Fear and pain it seems to subside|When she finds a place she can hide||Cause in her mind she's on Sunset Boulevard|The pace is fast but the living ain't that hard|She knows she'd be safe |If she could only get down to Sunset Boulevard||There's so many souls|And God only knows|How they've made it out this far||Cause in his mind he's on Sunset Boulevard|The pace is fast but the living ain't that hard|He knows he'd be safe|If he could only get down to Sunset Boulevard|