Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

As I walked down by the riverside One evening in the spring Heard a long gone song From days gone by Blown in on the great North wind Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry Of sorrow and delight You can hear the cars And the shouts from bars

Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than heaven And hotter than hell There's a drumming noise inside my head It makes such an all mighty sound That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it As I move my feet towards your body

(What about us) Did you ever stop to notice Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things that you said We were to gain What about killing fields

It's a lonely road, full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait 'til then I heard you're on the big train And oh this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place I

So I imagine my heart with you See what imagination can do Magic mirror come and search my heart Can you tell me what you see There's a thousand voices whispering Songs and you're the melody It's not hard to conceive Love ecstasy imagining you with me

I pay no mind This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There's shopping malls coming out of the walls As we walk out among the manure Give the finger

Sing a new song, Chiquitita Try once more like you did before There is no way you can deny it Chiquitita, tell me the truth Chiquitita, you and I know How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving You'll be dancing once again and the

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a