You walk in like you never seen the light, you walk in
like it every night...but I never saw you dance and I never heard
you sing, so how could it mean a single thing?
(it's all so rudimentary)
you talking like you're handy in a fight, you talk about
it every night.. but I never saw those
flowers in the barrel
of your gun all I ever seen you do is run
so tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
and they all get them out for the boys in the band they twist and
they shout for the boys in the band...
you walk in like you never seen the light
you walk in like it every night but then I
stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'
it's just one of those things that darling you must try
but now I'm jealous I'm jealous of
my own - I've no homestead but through these
hearts I will roam ah..they all get them out...
