| You can go out, dancing
|
| And I’ll write about you, dancing without you
|
| And I’ll shed a tear between my legs
|
| When you were here, I missed you
|
| Now that you’re away, I’m out there without you
|
| And I shed a tear between my legs
|
| Though we live in the same city,
|
| You live in another state far away from me and all of my unfaded charms
|
| But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
|
| And everybody’s packing up their station wagons
|
| There’s a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
|
| And we quietly will exit as it all is happening
|
| Again, I’m afraid of one thing,
|
| Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?
|
| But when I know you’re naked, lying on the bed while I’m at the piano
|
| All I can say is I can’t fake it When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
|
| And everybody’s packing up their station wagons
|
| There’s a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
|
| And we quietly will exit as it all is happening again
|
| 'Cause there’s a river running underground, underneath the town towards the sea,
|
| That only I know all about
|
| On which from this city we can flee
|
| On which from this city we can flee |