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?