The wind in the palm trees And the smell of the beach The sand-colored houses On every street This place is a resort Of the last kind With actors abound Rehearsing their lines When was the last time You looked up at the sky Polluted with light No constellations here And what ever happened To all those late nights We stared at the stars And dreamed of the future I'm so disappointed My friends are not my friends At one point I loved you But now you're just like them Perpetual sadness Covered up with green And all of the children Will never be the same When was the last time You looked up at the sky Polluted with light No constellations here And what ever happened To all those late nights We stared at the stars And dreamed of the future