Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom
Lit up on a billboard so everyone sees them in neon
Behind the counter she stares out the window
Up at the billboard that's like a reminder in neon

She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror
Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon
For two cents of danger she'd [bad word] anybody
She'd smoke like a gun if it meant she might wind up

In neon the dreams in the light of a promise that dies
shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie
In neon the name's gone there's no reason why anymore
 [bad word] them and wind up alone behind a locked door

In neon, in neon

Pictures and patterns, the touches of glamour
Cut into a fashion that flashes above them in neon
hot cup of coffee held in her fingers
[bad word] that lingers above her in neon

She hates how she feels but she hangs like a mirror
Maybe a stranger could walk in and see her in neon
For a shot at the title, she'd slip into something
She'd smoulder like ashes if it meant she might wind up in neon

In neon