Lullaby

She grew up with the children of the stars in the Hollywood hills and the boulevards. Her parents threw big parties. Everyone was there. They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper and Bob Seger and Sonny and Cher. She feels safe now in this bar on Fairfax. And from the stage I can tell that she cant let go and she cant relax. And just before she hangs her head to cry, I sing to her a lullaby I sing: (chorus) Everythings gonna be all right. Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. Everythings gonna be all right. Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye. She still lives with her mom outside the city down that street about a half a mile. And all her friends tell her shes so pretty but shed be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while. Cause even her smile looks like a frown. Shes seen her share of devils in this angel town. (chorus) I told her I aint so sure about this place. Its hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face. Seems like everybodys got a plan. Its kind of like Nashville with a tan. (chorus)