Two story prisons in a line. Livin' in this town. Is a whole lot like dying. I want to see what's still left to see. . And you really oughta run with me.
You're my. You're my favorite waste of time. You're my. You're my favorite waste of time. . Here I am. I'm playin' day dreamin' fool again. You're my favorite game.
There's nothin' on the radio. Another hundred miles to go. Through the fog, and rain, and wind. Will we ever love again?. . I'm staring straight into the night.
Wild abandon, yes, wild abandon. Grab hold of this sound. While the room spins 'round in wild abandon. . Wild abandon, yes, wild abandon. Don't stare at the ceiling.
I had to see for myself. I had to show it to you. Among my sweetest of memories. I see this place in more than a few, yeah. . Familiar shadows remain.
Well from now on I'm gonna do what's right. Been thinking this over for many long nights. And on this decision I'm gonna follow through. . Whatever way the wind blows.
Just last night when we were in bed. This thought came into my head. I would give anything, girl. If I could steal a look into your secret world. . What do you dream of?.
(m. crenshaw). . Last night we had a showdown. That went on 'til along about four. God knows you sure suprised me. Sometimes I just don't know what to think anymore.
(m. crenshaw). . Music and screams on this street of twisted dreams. People staring (into space) and talking (to themselves, get it? ). Baby let's keep walking.
Yes, I see we're moving on. Over unfamiliar ground. Wait a minute look around. This is easy. . Yes, I see we're moving on. Maybe trouble's all we'll find.
Don't wanna know about the usual thing. I never bother with the usual thing. And I only wanna shout, wanna jive, wanna feel alive. Do whatever I wanna do.
Television light. Shining through a hundred bedroom windows. I was out last night. Walking all around the streets that we know. . Tales to tell are behind every door.
I wish I could go walking. Walk out of this place. Maybe see a friendly face. But it's raining and raining. . I'm looking down from below. From a thirteenth floor window.
(m. crenshaw). . Somewhere down the line. It's gonna be more than fine. These days won't even cross our minds. Somewhere down the line. The months go one by one.
Well, someone told me, tried to tell me. It sounded backwards and upside down. Someone told me something. That really messed my head around. . And I wondered sadly.
(marshall crenshaw ). . I'm so bewildered when I think about you. How can you mean all the things that you do?. Well baby. Somebody, somebody like you.
Right, no warning. None at all. Just the word, goodbye, written backwards. On the wall, yeah. . Now my anger. Is in overdrive. So down the road, I'm bound.
Well I've got a new job in a gray office tower. And I'm stuck here for around another hour. Wearing a dark frown. Watching the second hand go 'round. .
(m. crenshaw). . You got my heart there's no doubt, thought I was smart. Now I've gotta laugh about how much I didn't know. Just a little while ago. You were someone that I could call a friend.
I had a strange dream one time. There was you, Bobby Vinton and me. In a hotel ballroom full of marble and mahogany. Somebody shouted, "Let the joy begin".