Sunrise on Sunset taunts me with a glimpse - the City of the Angels glimmers like a mirage, wearing a hazy mushroom cloud like a halo. While hopes and dreams are coming apart at the seams, Upstarts and pop ups still brave the fantasies of fame. I don't know where to go now but I've gotta get there fast. I'm chasing my future and trying to out run my past. Wheelin' down the Rock-N-Roll Ginza, I'm home at last. I found my Motor City...