So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain. The road's calling out my name. Dreaming of La Boheme. Maybe I'll go to Barbizon. Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone.
We all live on an idle TV show. Get turned on by sex on the radio. Yea it's low. . Now she walks and talks like everybody else. Loses control and she ends up in a motel.