| Santa Monica | Savage Garden

    In Santa Monica, in the winter time,
    The lazy streets so undemanding
    I walk into the crowd
    In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from
    The coolest places on the promenade
    Where people dress just so
    Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn
    It's there
    I sit and wonder what am i doing here?

    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
    Or would you?

    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

    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?