Emma's come down,
She's stopped the light shining out of her eyes
Emma's been run out on,
She's breaking down in so many places,
Stuck in low gear, because of her fears,
Of the skidding wheels,
The skid of her wheels she feels
Skidding wheels,
The skid of her wheels she feels
Spinning wheels,
Wheel-skidding feeling
Her heart is there,
But they've greased the road,
Her heart is out there,
But she's no control
Oh come on, you've got to use your flow,
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go,
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake
She's losing that inner flame
It was burning bright but she's losing the fight fast,
She's only herself to blame,
Well take of yourself, and remember Georgie,
But she's so "O.D.'d" on weeping she can hardly see,
That she's dropping beads,
Red, red glass is bleeding
Dropping beads,
Red, red glass is bleeding
Dropping Beads,
Red, red on the parquet
Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control
Come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake
Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake