I've got a friend and he can't see

How living the high life might just be

A perfect disguise for someone

Who's in pain

And he works in a bar and he tells me

That if he tries really hard, then he might just be

A beautiful star cause that's all he really needs

To make him mend inside

Callie, your running out of time

Callie, your going down in style

Swallow your pride

And get on a train out of hollywood

Look at me

I've been such a fool

Thinking fame would do

What only time could do

Hoping I would be alright

If I could have a perfect life

Just like you callie

Funny how those who would chase fame

Tend to be those in the greatest pain

Searching for highs that would reach

Into their very grain

(Oh callie)

Pack up your bags and your mistakes

And if you're going to sing, sing for art's sake

Don't give it all in to a beast

That has no name

Callie, your running out of time

Callie, your going down in style

Swallow your pride

And get on a train out of hollywood

Callie, your running out of time

Callie, your going down in style

Come on swallow your pride

And get on a train out of hollywood

And get on a train out of hollywood

And get on a train out of hollywood

And get on a train fine you look at

(Oh callie)

(Oh callie)

(Oh callie)