Streets are lined with people. People who want to move, move, move. How could all these people have so much to prove, prove, prove. Oh I can only ask myself.
He wants to know. What it feels like to mess around, mess around. She wants to know. What it feels like to settle down, settle down. He's got the money but, oh it's not enough.
Walking along on a sandy beach. Everybody's laughing under cigarette trees. And the water here is crystal clear and bright. The air is rich with a Hawaiian breeze.
Let me down gently. That's what I think I need. But when you let me down gently. It still feels it hard, hard. Turn me into someone good. That's what I really need.