You walk in like you never seen the light, you walk in

like it every night...but I never saw you dance and I never heard

you sing, so how could it mean a single thing?

(it's all so rudimentary)

you talking like you're handy in a fight, you talk about

it every night.. but I never saw those

flowers in the barrel

of your gun all I ever seen you do is run



so tell me baby how does it feel?

I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel

and they all get them out for the boys in the band they twist and

they shout for the boys in the band...



you walk in like you never seen the light

you walk in like it every night but then I

stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'

it's just one of those things that darling you must try



but now I'm jealous I'm jealous of

my own - I've no homestead but through these

hearts I will roam ah..they all get them out...