Lonely Machines



in the desert in the night you can hear it call

in the desert as soft as the breeze it calls

in the desert on the warm soft night air it gives voice

jodi.....jodi.....jodi

in the dark canyons of the desert the voice is carried aloft to the night wind

jodi.....jodi.....jodi

sent from the hard sharp lights of the glitter canyon it strains north

come to las vegas

and the north winds carry the mournful call of the lonely machines

come to las vegas