I met her in Long Beach bar,
full of drunk old men, she said,
you look like a nice boy
and I'm looking for a friend,
cause I got a bottle in my purse,
I got some time to kill
And I can show you a good time,
up on top of Signal Hill
Well I was just 23 and she was twice
that as far as I could tell
But I drove her up the dark roads
past the old oil wells
When she put her hand on mine,
I admit I felt a little thrilled
So I parked the car up in the weeds,
at the top of Signal Hill
Well, those things will kill you, she said,
reaching for my cigarette,
and she took a long slow drag
until the filter was warm and wet
Then she pulled her bottle out and said
This will help ward off the chicken
And we drank that bottle dry
Real slow up on Signal Hill
She said I used to dance in Vegas
Trust me honey it's true
I knew all the cops and entertainers,
and even a senator or two
And if I could have stayed out of trouble,
you know I'd be there still
Instead of sitting in some stranger's car
on the top of Signal Hill
Well, after she passed out,
I just stared down at the city lights
And thought of all the dreams
and broken hearts lost in the night
And I listened to her breathing,
soft and sweet like a child
until the sun rose cold and lonely
on the top of Signal Hill
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