(Springfield)

It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest

He was a stranger in a strange land

Same old story

He came for the glory

She came looking for a young man's hand



But they found bright lights

And endless nights

And men just used her innocent ways

He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city

They lost sight of the reason

They lost count of the days



And they were two souls searching for each other

One spirit looking for the other

Caught between a hard hard place and a rock



Two souls searching for heaven

Rolling the dice looking for a seven

To the tick, tick, ticking of time

Gotta beat the clock



Too many nights on the ledge

He acquired a knife-edge

Still the city didn't acquiesce to his demands

Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city

The city smacked her hands



He met her on endless night

Her eyes had a light

There was something familiar about the smell of her skin

He held her tighter and tighter

As he danced inside her

She know from the moment that she let him in



They'd been two souls searching for each other

One spirit looking for the other

Caught between a hard hard place and a rock



Two souls searching for heaven

Rolling the dice looking for a seven

To the tick, tick, ticking of time

Gotta beat the clock

Beat the clock

Beat the clock

Beat the clock



Two souls searching for each other

One spirit looking for the other

Caught between a hard hard place and a rock



Two souls searching for heaven

Rolling the dice looking for a seven

To the tick, tick, ticking of time

Gotta beat the clock