Shootin' Stars. Gilded Age Yeah just spill your dreams to me And we just hide away You can stay if you believe Just a leap of faith Across a busy Boulevard of Broken Dreams And I dream about her even though I never should... Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood Yea I would ride into the sunset if I could Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood So slow to fade... Check all the Hip across the street Taking turns unlocking doors to fame by proximity Golden dreams flow like water And the water always wins, for good or bad Once you let it in [Chorus] Don't you cry on Oscar night Lifted off from Mother Earth To find her elusive smile You can't buy authentic vibe But you can checkout all the detours off the 405 But you can stay if you believe But spinning gold is never easy When shooting stars are your dreams Up in the sky a star's just a star But funny thing, when looking up It seems to follow you wherever you are And I dream about her even though I never should Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood Yea I would ride into the sunset if I could Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood And I dream about her even though I never should Miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood, miss Hollywood Yea I would ride into the sun like Clint Eastwood Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood, Ms. Hollywood So slow to fade... So slow to fade... So slow to fade...