Virginia Hill

Eyes are forward, background rolling past;
there's not much here to catch the eye.
It looks just like a desert, and well it should
but then the lights appear just beyond the hood.

It's hard to believe there's need for power in this place
Sliding 'long the strip behind a pretty face.

Drawing closer now it's all too clear;
we can't dismiss this out of hand.
It looks just like a city, but no place I've been
the sign said "welcome" and I headed in.

It's hard to believe that trees are growing in this place
Sliding 'long the strip behind a pretty face.

And I know the way she walks;
just like it were my own.
Yes, I know the way she walks,
and she's not alone. She's not alone.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, step right up!"
everybody's selling make believe.
It looks just like a palace; fit for kings
filled with class and other shiny things.

It's hard to believe they feed you booze in this place
Sliding 'long the strip behind a pretty face.

And I know the way she walks;
just like it were my own.
Yes, I know the way she walks,
and she's not alone. She's not alone.

Wrapped around you, there's no sign of more
its own horizon settles in.
It looks just like an ocean, endless blue
so why not sit back, relax and enjoy the view.

It's hard to believe they breed such women in this place
Sliding 'long the strip behind a pretty face.

And I know the way she walks;
just like it were my own.
Yes, I know the way she walks,
and she's not alone. She's not alone.