vegas remains

I had a harrison ford sighting
He was shooting up dolls in the middle of the flamingo
I said, "give this place twenty years, maybe more.
Ridley scott will use this as the set of his sequel."
I can't help but think that she's disappointed
Am I a better writer than a conversationalist?

I know we're really just eight pages a month

Sometimes she'd look at me through thick glasses
Sometimes she'd smile but she'd still be looking at the ground
The sun goes down and up again
Through the grating on the footbridge
I can't help but wonder while we're arm in arm
If I collapsed right here would you carry me upstairs?

I can't help but wonder how places like this come to exist
Does the world in general need another dead child star or illusionist
For that matter another pair of star-crossed pen pals?

So with the blue neon leaking in on my head
My brain echoing something your sister said
I lay back sweat drenched and have blinky-light nightmares
We've got to part ways, but vegas remains here

Words and music by michael johnson
© 2000 zubsongs, ltd.