Steve Wynn
Topanga Canyon Freak

Steve Wynn - guitar, organ, lead vocal
Chris Cacavas - wurlitzer, piano
Howe Gelb - piano, guitar, voice
Dave DeCastro - bass
Linda Pitmon - drums, percussion
Craig Schumacher - harmonica



We're gonna raise up the ghosts of the Topanga Canyon Freaks
Getting stronger from the heat and burnt from the meat that we didn't eat last week
You want hallucinations and signs, go and have mine. We've got a lot of work to do
Sometime around 9 as the moon begins to shine, we're gonna come looking for you

Gonna take you back to '72, that's what I'm gonna do in a tequila-soaked backseat.
Gonna die a little each day and make our own way to the heroes down the street
Got scars and designs and holes in my mind and the cameras begin to roll
We're gonna save up time, build up our minds and then we're gonna save your soul.

Got a side-door entry to the 21st Century for the Topanga Canyoun freaks
Gonna take a little ramble on a midnigh-t gamble that it all won't go to the meek
Gonna take it by land, roll the taco stand, yeah, and wait until the guns are drawn
Gonna turn on the charm, defuse the alarm and move on

It's 2001 but before we're done we're done we're gonna take it back to '69
The streets are clean but the money's lean and we got a lot of Thunderbird wine
We'll wait outside of your drive, look for signs of life and then we'll drive away
We don't fuss but from the looks of us you'll know we#re ready to play.

Your mom was 17 when it started to get mean by Mulholland Drive
Now you're 22 and there's not much you wouldn't do to feel more alive
We got the faded old photos and nowhere to go but we drive until we drop
We just push the line and inch at a time until we're forced to stop