On the boardwalk way past dark
Behind the walls where heat lightning falls
Beneath the waves at twenty-thousand leagues
Where the distant oceans sing, and rise to the plain
From the coastline to the city
A pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
A place where the dancing’s free
Way down beneath the neon lights
Laying in a field on a summer’s day
Out where the river runs
High in the green hills on the outskirts of town
Over mountains draped in stars
Hiding on the backstreets
In the darkness on the edge of town
Where the caravan camels roam
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
Past the salvage yard ‘cross the train tracks
On a deserted stretch of a county two-lane
That dusty road from Monroe to Angeline
In her pink Cadillac