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Rainy Franklin Day

(Bring Back The Real Don Steele)

As I make my way
On a chilly winter morning
Through a storm without a warning
It's like 68 degrees
I'd say the neighborhood
Looks just a little too film noir though
Like the ghost of Phillip Marlowe
Or the Sword of Damocles
Check out Humphrey Bogart with his Big Sleep hat and all
Waiting on a stranger who looks like Lauren Bacall
This is not a movie
It's really happening
Once upon a fairy tale
An archetypal thing

But I have promises to break
And miles to go before I wake
Things feel different in L.A.
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day

Up in Hollywood
At the foot of Bronson Canyon
Without compass or companion
I pursue my feeble dreams
At a small cafe
Drown the tempest in a teapot
Wonder if to be or be not
Is a question of extremes
Southern California comes alive without the sun
City of the Angels in pandemonium
This is not a wasteland
It's really happening
Pulling on the fulcrum
An epicentral thing

But I have promises to break
And miles to go before I wake
The city's pretty drenched in gray
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day

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It makes me want to stay

But I have promises to break
And miles to go before I wake
Every mission goes astray
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day
On a rainy Franklin day