Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed Lyrics - Don Henley

I met a Frenchman in a field last night 

He was out there with an easel painting carnival light 

He said, "I used to paint the princess, I used to paint the frogs 

Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs" 

He said, "Sometimes it's a country, sometimes it's a girl 

You know everybody got to have a purpose in this world 

You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart 

Don't you know that women are the only works of art?" 

And you're drivin' with your eyes closed 

You're drivin' with your eyes closed 

You're drivin' with your eyes closed 

And you're gonna hit somethin' but that's the way it goes 

Some guys were born to Rimbaud, some guys breathe Baudelaire 

Some guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere 

You can breed 'em by the thousands, you can trick and you can train 

Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine 

How many arrows must I shoot into the blue? 

You little maniac, I'm crazy over you 

Before the dearth of lovers and the punishment of pride 

Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo, it's just to hot outside 

You're drivin' with your eyes closed 

You're drivin' with your eyes closed 

You're drivin' with your eyes closed 

You're gonna hit somethin' but that's the way it goes 

Talk talk, talk and talk, talk talk, sweet talk 

Talk talk, tough talk, talk talk, dirty talk 

Talk talk, walk and talk, talk talk, big talk 

Talk talk, baby talk, kiss, kiss, kiss me baby 

Talk talk, talk and talk, talk talk, smooth talk 

Talk talk, body talk, talk talk, back talk 

Talk talk, small talk, talk talk, baby talk 

Talk talk, peace talk, talk talk, bullshit