to la. Or the far West Texas desert or an Oregon summer day. If we build a Utopia will you come and stay?. Shangri-LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa. . St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go. I
Hidden away, it's the end of a day. And you're not really thinking at all. There's that same stupid paper on the wall. And a stain where the damp's crawling He's still looking for his Shangri-la
. Behind the caravan. . You had no idea. Just what was waiting out there. You never thought you'd carry the weight. Of the world. On your pretty blond hair. . This ain't no Shangri-La. To you, no
love. . Chorus. My shangri-la has gone away,. Faded like the beatles on hey jude. She seemed to drift out on the rain. That came in somewhere softly from the blue. . Clouds roll by and hide the