The weekend's almost done. The moon is low in the sky. I feel like going out. Before the night passes by. I won't just sit around. When life becomes a drag, I dance.
Pushing through the market square. So many mothers sighing. News had just come over. We had five years left to cry in. . News guy wept and told us. Earth she was really dying.
Pushing through the market square.. So many mothers sighing.. News had just come over.. We had five years left to cry in.. News guy wept and told us..
Oh, yeah. Mmm. Still don't know what I was waitin' for. And my time was runnin' wild. A million dead end streets and. Every time I thought I'd got it made.