Angeline just ran away

Her parents don't see things her way

So she bought a one way ticket to L.A.

Hollywood stars in her eyes

The land of broken dreams and lies

She thinks that she can make it if she tries

Fresh out on the west coast scene

Trying to fulfill a life long dream

But life ain't quite as easy as it seems

The sun goes down and night sets in

City lights reveal the sin

No one hears her cries above the din

So tragic

There's no magic

Here of any kind

So tragic

Where's the magic

She came to find

The flyer read

Angeline

A runaway from East Moline

Seventeen

Has anyone seen Angeline?

Out of money-No place to stay

So she got herself a job in east L.A.

Dancing at a gentlemen's club called Le Cabaret

Sleeping in a cheap motel

Where the carpets' stained and the mattress smells

Pursuing her dreams, she's made her own personal hell

So tragic

There's no magic

Here of any kind

So tragic

Where's the magic

She came to find

The flyer read

Angeline

A runaway from East Moline

Seventeen

Has anyone seen Angeline?

So tragic

There's no magic

Here of any kind

So tragic

Where's the magic

She came to find

The T.V. said

Angeline

A runaway from East Moline

Seventeen

Has anyone seen Angeline?