Santa Monica

Santa Monica
Savage Garden

Verse 1:
A		       C#m
In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
F#m      E			  A
The la - zy streets so undemanding
C#m      F#m   E
I walk into the crowd
A
In Santa Monica
C#m				F#m      D			 A
You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade
C#m		   F#m	          D     E
Where people dress just so
C#m7		   D
Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn it's there
C#m7				 D
I sit and wonder what am I doing here?


Chorus:
	        A			         E	          D                             E
But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be
                 F#m		E
I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
	     D
And you wouldn't know the difference

Or would you?
A	     C#m   F#m   E
Ooh......


Verse 2:
In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely 
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this

Chorus #2:
But on the telephone line I am anyone, 
I am anything I want to be
I could be a super model or Norman Mailer
And you wouldn't know the difference
On the telephone line I am any height, 
I am any age I want to be
I could be a caped crusader, or space invader
And you wouldn't know the difference 
Or would you?