Letter to L.A.
(Joe Ely)



You're afraid to lose your cover
Afraid to bare your soul
Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover
Who slowly goes out of control

Your love is like the city
Only shines at night
Your love has no pity
Baby baby that's all right

Your vanity is your castle
You're like a neon sign
And the poor lost souls in your shadows
You forget, they are friends of mine.

Your love is like the city
Only shines at night
Your love has no pity
Baby baby that's all right

Little Johnny Vain lost his head
While you broke a young girls heart.
And Cecil D. Demille once gave to you
The 'Cast of Millions' part.

Your love is like the city
Only shines at night
Your love has no pity
Baby baby that's all right

How many memories have you, honey,
Swept beneath the bed?
And how many roses have you, honey,
Watered till they bled?