Lana Lane

In the southwest desert
North America
Back in '47
The day was almost done
The sound of the locusts
The color of the sand
And the sky in the desert
Fell to the land
There's something hidden in Hanger 18
What did they find, what do they know
Down in New Mexico
They're holding out, they're laying low
Down in New Mexico
There are secret meetings
In low lit rooms
There are careless whispers
In dark saloons
It's plausible denial
The chain of command
There's a secret hiding
And a master plan
They're hiding something in Hanger 18
What did they find, what do they know
Down in New Mexico
They're hiding out, they're laying low