She don't get the blues, she gives 'em Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights And she don't like those hurtin' songs Cause she's already lived 'em She checks her broken heart there at the

Faster than the speed of night The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle below There really isn't any time to lose They're going to catch us if we wait until it gets too light You're such a pretty boy Let me show you what to do and you'll do it But you

Cover my eyes with your hands Just pretend we're better Turn out the light There are no more surprises to come Let's be numb together 'Cause I want to be forever Like smoke in the air Float like a feather going nowhere Lost in the silence

In the city I know there must be somethin' better In the city, oh, oh. Somewhere out there on that horizon Out beyond the neon lights But there's nowhere else in sight It's survival in the city When you live from day to day City streets don't have much

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

Won't you come round my way For some conversation, please It's a conversation piece Oh won't you come round my way Take me back to California To those crystal neon signs The traveling sensation I'm blinded by the light There are eyes on every corner

The dreamer, the unwoken fool, In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow. The love of ages fills the head. The days that linger there in prey of emptiness, Of burned out dreams. The minutes calling through the years. The universal dreamer rises up above his

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline