Savage Garden - Santa Monica

In Santa Monica, in the wintertime, 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?