Landed in this desert Met some maidens and magicians Kings of fade in and fade out and smooth transitions Welcome to the smoke and mirror show Baby, you can win if you can go low But the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway And all of the lights are going my way The Sun sets West on Pacific Coast Road I look in the rear view and wonder when I’ll get sold All the lotus eaters In their fedoras and wife beaters Those kings of B plots and no contrition See the vital organs they trade For all that money, Sun, and fame And the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway And all of the lights are going my way The Sun sets West on Pacific Coast Road I look in the rear view and wonder when I’ll get old Time to leave this desert Leave the maidens and magicians Leave the kings and the queens to their board positions The clock no longer runs slow But you got nowhere else to go And the Sun shines bright on Pacific Coast Highway And all of the lights were going my way Ah, but the Sun sets fast on Pacific Coast Road I look in the rear view and wonder when I got old