Blonde In The Bleachers Lyrics - Mitchell Joni

The blond 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"