Where are you going Miss Tara, Miss Tara?. Where are you going Miss Tara Joan?. Yesterday when you played on the swing and the trampoline. You're already thinkin' of a life of your own.
A cold night and the wind keeps blowin' a cold heart here but no one knows it. I look at you and I see myself down that lonely road. A woman frozen and a man still on fire the crime of fear and the pain and desire.