(GUITARS & HARP INTRO). I'm goin' out bar hoppin'. Yeah be-boppin'. There won't be no stoppin' me tonight. I'm goin' mini-skirtin'. I might go wet-t-shirtin'.
(GUITAR & HARP INTRO). Check the dream, check the map. Check the spring in your own time trap. Check the plum, check the moon. Check the sun when the day is doomed.
(PIANO & GUITAR INTRO). well I sleep like a feather. I don't worry 'bout the weather. I take backroads, wherever I go. and I can't take no chances. 'cause I sure ain't got no answers.
City street, hang out. Thumbs in pocket. Black jacket. Black jack, dego-red. . Manhattenized-Bohemia. Of Southern California. Tough punk of. Cool, futuristic Montana.
(one, two, three). I'm always good for a jump or a joke. I take it easy even when I take a toke. but there's a memory and a story never wrote. and every time it's told, I get a lump in my throat.
Barber, get this mirror cleaned. I'm troubled by the face I see before me. As you shave our nation's face keep a steady hand. Listen to these words that soon will ring across the land.
Rubberneck lions as I lie bed. Double barrel under the pillow, under my head. Ya don't wake a man when he's trying to dead. 'Cause of the rubberneck lions as I lie in bed.
He used to own the world. He used to be the one. Like a hundred hungry dogs in heat. Or cinnabar and rum. . Ground and sift and washed it. Dried it in the sun.
Come on kiddies gather round, theres a new sensation hitting town.. It's moving slow, low to the gorund,. it'll pick you up when your feeling down.. .
In the dawn when my toes are cold. They spread their little trinkets on the ground. In the hall by the closet door. They creep into my bed without a sound.
Gina knows what it's like to be. On the other side of midnight. Gina's eyes are sensitive. To the brighter side of daylight. . She knows what it's like to be.
There's a house down on the corner. That we always used to talk about. Never had the guts to go inside. Not even on a dare. . Boarded up and creepy. Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town.
When nothing I feel like is going my way. And me and my good thing got no place to stay. I pack up the Chevy and we roll out of town. . To a little piece of country heaven.
Just when I thought it was safe outside. The newscaster's calling for rain. And if I listen to him. The sky is falling from every limb. Chicken little had a big day today, yeah.
Take Sonny, he's a real go-getter. A regular man about town. He's got the world revolving around the music. And keeping his ear to the ground. . He falls asleep behind his dark sunglasses.
Waiting for someone to finish the story. Of a heart that's been broken and thrown on the floor. Picking up pieces to put back together. Hoping it beats like before.
Rise now, awaken from your slumber. The spell that youre under. Is melting away now. Sunset is breakin through your window. . And making a shadow. The ghost of a long day.
Oh no the radio. Has got me by the ears and won't let go. Oh no the radio. Is playing that song again. Oh no no no no the radio. Follows me everywhere I go.
I don't care what you say. Nothing's gonna change me anyway. I don't care what you say. About me. . Look inside, what you see. Ain't the kind of man I wanna be.
I went back home the other day. To see some old friends that I used to know. It was strange to see what all had changed. But just like me my hometown had to grow.