Some read the morning paper. Some read the T.V. Times. Some pour the 2%. But never see the others eyes. Some pass the second guessing. Some write the tenth reprise.
You can get from here to there. By leaps and bounds or measured steps. You can make it dark or fair. Depending on your point of view. . You can get a taste of the glory.
Don't ask me how, but guess who hit the big time?. Don't look now, but guess whose back in town?. It's so easy, don't even have to try. You're the winner, you can take the prize.
To see beyond the outside. It's to keep your thoughts alive. With a song inside it's never cold. With a song inside it's never cold outside. . To see beyond the outside.
I'm not man or machine. I'm just something in between. Oh, oh, oh, oh. I'm all love, a dynamo. So push the button and let me go. Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa.
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith. Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith. . He's been looking now for a long time. It seems the more he looks the less he wants to see.
Motorcycle and me. Motorcycle set me free. The motorbike don't go to fast. Just sets me free. . Just you and me. You set me free. Just you and me. You set me high.
I'm not man or machine. I'm just something in between. Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa. I'm all love, a dynamo. So push the button and let me go. Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa.
You've been hurt and left for dead. Shot from the saddle. And your heart, it's been cut and bled. Run from the bottle. . You've been shattered, battered.
yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah. . Moments of luxury and moments of pain. Moments of beauty and then moments of shame.
I could kiss the she-fire. Just like a holy, holy fool. I could never think too much. Just like that holy, holy fool. . I could see a bright, bright future.
How can I make you love me. How can I make you mine. How can I make you at all. When you don't know what goes on inside your mind. What goes on inside.
You can't get a suntan on the moon. But I wouldn't mind a holiday there. They say, you can't get a suntan on the moon. But I wouldn't mind a holiday there.
All day I've been banging the walls. Like a prisoner in a cell. And if I don't get out I'm going to lose my mind. And there's more for me I'm tired of the same old scene.
All the little life forms. Upon this little earth. Multiplying dying and. Returning through rebirth. . All the little children. Growing up in space. Adding their small stories.
The word that would best describe this feeling would be, 'Haunted'. I touch the clothes you left behind. That still retain your shape and lines, still haunted.
She drives me crazy, she turns me on. She, she makes me go hazy. She was long and lean and oh, so beautiful. . She's my latest lady. My lady of the 80's, oh yeah.
We just heard of a brand new wave. And we hope its here to stay. Well have to wait and see. If its half of what they say. . We heard he opened up a brand new door.
Was it your idea to meet me like this?. Sneak around with the lights down low?. It feels so good I hope it doesn't fade away. . But if they catch us here together this way.