You're hard in the seat of a lonesome cafe. We play lovers. Through the Sierra Nevada range, up, up. The air is thin and Amy is excited once again. Pull over at a rest stop and make out, drool runs down your chin.
Truckers glance over.
Far in the distance, you can see the lights of Vegas shining like a giant Babylon in the night. On top of Hoover dam in the middle of nowhere, Vegas looks like a nuclear circus, a city gone mad, and it is. It glistens and so do you. Your hands will be sweating, her heart will be thumping and Led Zep riffs floating in the background. The Elvis preacher will ask the question.