作词 : Phillips Gift of the sage chaparral Born of this bone-dry heat In summer when roads turn caramel The earthquakes and everyone leaves Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Where have they gone North up to oregon And mt. saint helens ha ha ha Left behind dishes and furniture Took only the blankets to sleep Sprinkled their pillows with lavender Safe from the grasp of the enemy Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Where have they gone North up to oregon And mt. saint helens ha Thrown from the nest of los angeles Naive and motherless each Dear friends farewell Write down the e-mail for me We're out of town till these aftershocks Let up most definitely Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Word is you've gone On up to oregon With room for company Flown from the nest of los angeles Naive and motherless me
作词 : Phillips Gift of the sage chaparral Born of this bone-dry heat In summer when roads turn caramel The earthquakes and everyone leaves Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Where have they gone North up to oregon And mt. saint helens ha ha ha Left behind dishes and furniture Took only the blankets to sleep Sprinkled their pillows with lavender Safe from the grasp of the enemy Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Where have they gone North up to oregon And mt. saint helens ha Thrown from the nest of los angeles Naive and motherless each Dear friends farewell Write down the e-mail for me We're out of town till these aftershocks Let up most definitely Where have they gone Far from hyperion And sunset boulevard Word is you've gone On up to oregon With room for company Flown from the nest of los angeles Naive and motherless me
