Once long ago, all the faithful held a show. Down in Elvis Presley Blvd. on Memphis Radio. Where the hopeless held a vigil and the nameless played the charts.
You don't have to talk all night. I'm a man who can't say no. You don't have to twist my arm. Just point me where you want to go. . Take me to the action.
Baby all the lights are turned on you. Now you're in the center of the stage. Everything revolves on what you do. Ah, you are in your prime; you've come of age.
While in these days of quiet desperation. As I wander through the world in which I live. I search everywhere for some new inspiration. But it's more than cold reality can give.