Questions can sometimes lead to doubtnAs feet get less sandynMaybe go live in MontrealnThose songs make it seem perfect to mennSix times this month come back to menAugust will find a waynBecause the seasons never changenI use your hands to follow the daysnnQuestions can sometimes lead to doubtnAs feet get less sandynMaybe go live in MontrealnThose songs make it seem perfect to mennMulhollandnBright silver nightnCrawls towards the daynnMulhollandnCome lift my eyesnWith words left to saynnIt gives back only to steal awaynBetween the hills emptynThe places where I lay my headnMean less unless they're open to mennQuestions can sometimes let you downnShe tells me, Come what may.nYou may not ever let it in,nBut you have my eyes to shownyou the waynnLaurel Canyon's darknLight enough to knownThe passage west is blockednBy the hills of dust and rownnMulhollandnBright silver nightnCrawls towards the daynnMulhollandnCome lift my eyesnWith words left to saynnThe west surrenders to the seanSwallows the sun only to benThe light on your path to show thatnYou need to lose to feel what's missingnnOf all the roads that take me backnI know that time won't let me havenMercy for missed directionsnYou need to lose to feel what's missingnnMulhollandnBright silver nightnCrawls towards the daynnMulhollandnCome lift my eyesnWith words left to say (x2)