Worn out faces from God's special places Working their live to the bone All the colours of the rainbow fade in the wash And everybody seems so alone A day at the beach and you're at the races And I can't stop thinking about us I'm a worn out face finding my place On Santa Monica's big blue bus Santa Monica I carry a bag full of music and words And I'm making my way through the streets The sun has gone down and the people are moving From the coast back home to the heat Ninety nine cent stores and video rentals Flashing their lights around us I'm a worn out face finding my place On Santa Monica's big blue bus Santa Monica Oh, will I ever get over you? If only you could show me how Stop requested, where do I get off? Santa Monica, Santa Monica The lights go out at Rancho Park And everybody starts to scream The boogie man is early it's not even dark And the driver is laughing at me A little commotion, it's only for fun Come on people, what's all the fuss And your beautiful face still haunts my mind On Santa Monicas big blue bus Santa Monica Santa Monica's big blue bus Santa Monica