Sometimes when I’m lonely
the moon hangs high so unsympathetic to my hearts crys.
I sit, and dream of when it wasn’t so cruel.

Sometimes when I’m driving late
the country sounds of a summer dying echo in my brain
I’m taken back to a time when all I wanted was to get away,
but theres no returning to a home you haven’t left,
I still want to get away...so I dream.

The night lights of Las Vegas where the moon can not be seen.
In Las Vegas, the city sounds of a never ending summer
linger every day and night.

My thoughts drift into the arms of a US Marine,
the way we danced and I wasn’t lonely for a while.
That night held me close as we kissed on top of the Stratosphere tower

Just as soon as it happened, the memory fades from my mind
altho we didn't stay together, we still talk about it from time to time.

It only took a few hours to create a memory to last a lifetime
The lights, the action, the energy and attraction, for a moment
Las Vegas was mine.