Bb Gm Bb Gm DF - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - A2 - Bb1 - Bb2 - D - Bb1 - F - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - Bb1 - F - Eb - D - C - D (this last note is sometimes a Bb1, usually in the final line of a verse) [Verse] Bb Gm Check the locks and leave the keys Bb Gm Moldy bath masked with Febreeze Bb Gm Something's dead behind the refrigerator Bb Gm Some poor fuck will deal with it later Bb Gm I've spent the last 10 weeks Bb Gm Squeezing out the sponge of friendships, plugging leaks [Prechorus] Bb Gm I've talked until there's no more to say Bb Gm I'm going away [Chorus] Bb Gm I'm leaving A , I'm leaving A N.C. And the tourists say C C7 C C7 Please give me the directions to the Hollywood sign Eb Ebmaj7 Eb Ebmaj7 Bb I always dreamt of coming here to see the Hollywood sign C But on their way back down they'll ask C7 Did you have a good time Eb Ebmaj7 They'll say it's just some fucking letters on a hill {(Interlude is this as the right hand on piano, notes-wise, - Bb2 - G2 - D2 - Bb1 - G1 - F1) and then the main melody begins again.} Bb Gm [Verse] Bb Gm I wander through the Bronson Caves Bb Gm One more OK coffee at The Oak's Gourmet Bb Gm I'll watch the players at the UCB Bb Gm Trying to improvise their way out of on WE Bb Gm Walking trails in the creepin' dark Bb Gm Up to the observatory in Griffith Park [Prechorus] Bb Gm There's too much light for stars anyway Bb Ebmaj7 I'm getting out of this place [Chorus] Bb Gm Bb Ebmaj7 I'm leaving A I'm leaving A , hey C C7 And the studio executives who never made a thing Eb Ebmaj7 Blamin' others for their failures, taking credit for their wins Eb C7 Wipin' the blood of dumb artists from their chins C Eb Singin' kid you oughtn't take it personally [Bridge] Eb Dm Ebmaj7 On Hollywood and Vine a dime store spiderman Eb D Ebmaj7 Shouting at a stoned Emma Stone dressed a la La La Land Eb F Eb F Gm And in the distance, in both its glorious dimensions Ebmaj7 The sign projects its shadow on a hill (INTERLUDE twice) - Then melody again throughout verse. Bb, Gm, Bb, Gm [Verse] Bb Eb A Russian bar, machine-gun cops at A X Bb Eb Malfunctionin' departure board says we're boarding next Bb Eb Belt off, shoes off, jacket off, hat Bb Eb Don't need the attitude but I quite enjoy the subsequent patdown, Bb F Eb And I'm sat down as the A380 engine roars Bb Eb Pushed backwards as this tube of monkeys rumbles forwards [Prechorus] Bb Gm I'm looking forward to another twenty hours on a plane Bb Gm Nothing but shit films and my brain Bb Gm I've been going slowly insane Bb Eb I've seen your sport and I don't wanna play Bb F Gm F Dm I'm getting out of this place, I'm getting out of this place [Chorus] Eb I'm leaving A C And the actors at gratitude drinking undrinkable juice Eb And the agents taking ten percent in their sneakers and suits Bb C And the writers in their Teslas trying to punch up Act 1 Eb Driving home on the 101 in the relentless fucking sun C And the needy and the greedy and the homeless and horny Eb And the deals done on treadmills at ten to six in the morning C And the captain's on the PA saying look for the sign Eb But I find it's just some fuckin' letters on a hill N.C. Bb Just some really ugly letters, on a pretty ugly hill [Outro] (Main Melody throughout outro) Bb Gm Bb Gm Bb Gm I'm leaving L.A. N.C Bb (note) I'm leaving 'ell