Your lungs fill up with concrete, her voice is all you can hear

Red lips and a screw driver

Wrapped around some mink-clad smear

and you know that she's a diamond in this damn juke-box hell

'Cause fool's gold only fools fools

In two-bit hotels

But she's cooler than all that

She's a real high class cat

She's queen of the last dance rodeo

But under the gas lamp the air is thick and velveteen

Your bones fill with hunger

Your heart fills with longing

You're no longer human, you're an insatiable hole

You wanna bury your face forever

In the navel of her soul

'Cause you know all you need is a heart to call home

All you need is a heart to call home

That's all

Light bulbs and nylons and plastic chandeliers

Objects are only objects

They can't feel when you're near

And tangerine lips and lily white breasts

These things are eternal

Inside them humanity rests

Her skin is like a seashell

So you listen to her soul

Like an old-time radio show



But don't wander too far

My one constant star

Darkness exists except where you are

My feet are filled with wandering

They follow your own

'Cause everywhere you are feels like home



So search all you miners, you hunters of dreams

Look in the alleyways for what you know

Is not what it seems

And feign all you maidens, but don't resist too long

Least you look behind you

and see your own shadow is gone

Don't you know it's the last rodeo

You gotta find yourself a cowboy

or someone to keep you warm when it snows