Taking pictures like Man Ray
Urns of ashes in the frame
So which phase is this anyway?

No one loves you in New York
Don't try making a go up north
And no one gets you back in Hollywood

Something useless, make it work
Beautiful trash out on the curb
And make your plans, but something else will come

Someday at the auction house
How much will your life bring out
From the wallets of the fools?

Is this where you're supposed to be?
Always blind, but trying to see
And yes, I think this is where I'm supposed to be