The blonde in the bleachers

She flips her hair for you

Above the loudspeakers

You start to fall

She follows you home

But you miss living alone

You can still hear sweet mysteries

Calling you

The bands and the roadies

Lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em

It's pleasure to try 'em

It's trouble to keep 'em

'Cause it seems like you've gotta give up

Such a piece of your soul

When you give up the chase

Feeling it hot and cold

You're in Rock'n'Roll

It's the nature of the race

It's the unknown child

So sweet and wild

It's youth

It's too good to waste



She tapes her regrets

To the microphone stand

She says "You can't hold the hand

Of a Rock'n'Roll man

Very long

Or count on your plans

With a Rock'n'Roll man

Very long

Compete with the fans

For your Rock'n'Roll man

For very long

The girls and the bands

And the Rock'n'Roll man"