I would have to write a novel. Just to get out all my thoughts. 'Cause I wanna talk about it. But I don't know where to start. . I've been walking through a valley.
Too late to be sorry. Too late to try again. No way to deny it. Why not take it on the chin. And walk on?. . One day, it was something. Now it's not anything.
Blowin' through Indian summer. Night sky, Id fly straight to nowhere. But Im grounded down here in the city. With these faces, stern and pretty. . And in the station where no one says a word.
Remember feeling. So alone?. Remember feeling. Like going home?. . You never meant to. Be so cold. You never meant to. Let her go. . Wild, wild, wild.
See you out on the floor. Where the speakers blast. Dancing while the music lasts. . Up above the stars shine. On the nights you've passed. Dancing while the music lasts.