You remember taking photographs of
Chain-link fences and telephone wires
You were all washed out
And led to believe that you’re not empty
Whoa, whoa
With the Santa Ana wind blowing
When your hair was honey blonde
When your hair was honey blonde
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You wanted to show off your new skin again
Keep your hair up and suck in tight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
When your hair was honey blonde
With your girl talk, honey blonde
Writing letters, honey blonde
Everything’s just honey blonde
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa