(M. Crenshaw, D. Dixon)



She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence

that would give her game away

but everything was as clear as day

I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did

and I could feel her restless mind

calling out for love at crying time

All those days that seemed like years

the silence roaring in our ears

then at night a ticking sound

the timebomb of the life we'd found

I watched her leave, my heart in flames

fanned by all her other lovers' names

and I could feel my restless mind

calling out for love at crying time

Whisky, wine and cheap perfume; all those crowded bars

and hotel rooms

Exotic rhythms to embrace

but everywhere is a lonely place

so down and down and down I go

but where I'm going, well I sure don't know

But I can feel my restless mind

calling out for love at crying time