She stands with her head in the air. Sweet smell of perfume. Castanets, fan and a rose in her hair. Holds every heart in the room. . The eyes of a Spanish Dancer.
I used to play that pinball, I used to go outside. I had to spend my money, get on your bus and ride. I used to go out dancing, put on my high-heeled shoes.
Is anyone out there?. Does anybody listen or care anymore?. We are living on a dying planet,. We're killing everything that's alive,. And anyone who tries to deny it.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the sky. As if someone is watching,. Someone hears every word.. . We are filled with regrets, it was such a short time,.
Some friends of mine I never met called me the other day. They was gonna have a party and they called me to say. Hey Joe, how ya doin', how's your album, how's your tour.
You lost your color when you painted the town. Paintin' by the numbers. You headed for the lobby, but you never came down. Is it any wonder?. You end up sittin' in a second hand store.
Lookin' out my window there's a world going by. Out here on this highway is probably how I'll die. I've been everywhere, haven't seen a thing. But that's what you get when you play guitar and sing.
Schizoid. They diagnose me?. Schizoid. Cause I'm a little lonely. Schizoid. Some agenda they've got. Schizoid. They wanna give you a shot. . Schizoid, just a loner at heart.