On Melrose | john-allee-official

On Melrose
Words and Music by John Allee

All hell rose on Melrose and she chose to walk home
I’d just washed my windows and polished my chrome
Now I sit here with my head in my hands
Running my fingers through unchartered strands
Looking at the dimples in the seat where she sat

All hell rose on Melrose, the story goes on
And even the moon knows my love, she is gone
Here the kid waits for a signal to move
Doubting his motives for wanting to prove
That any heart will warm up when you give it a start

All hell rose on Melrose and heaven knows why
But listen, amigos, I gave it a try
‘Else I’d never have traveled this far
You can’t drive away if you don’t have a car
Any make or model that you’re willing to take