|
You see 'em comin' |
|
At you every night |
|
Strung on pretension |
|
They fall for you at first sight |
|
You know their business |
|
You think it's a bore |
|
They make you restless |
|
It's nothin' you ain't seen before |
|
Get around town, spend your time on the run |
|
You never let down, say you do it for fun |
|
You never miss a play, though you make quite a few |
|
You give it all away, everybody wants you |
|
You crave attention |
|
You can never say, "No" |
|
Throw your affections |
|
Anyway the wind blows |
|
You always make it |
|
You're on top of the scene |
|
You sell the copy |
|
Like the cover of a magazine |
|
Puttin' on the eyes 'til there's nobody else |
|
You never realize what you do to yourself |
|
The things that they see make the daily reviews |
|
You'll never get free, everybody wants you |
|
Everybody knows you |
|
Everybody snows you |
|
Everybody needs you |
|
Leads you, bleeds you |
|
Nights of confusion |
|
And impossible dreams |
|
Days at the mirror |
|
I'm patchin' up around the seams |
|
You got your glory |
|
You paid for it all |
|
You take your pension |
|
In loneliness and alcohol |
|
Say goodbye to conventional ways |
|
You can't escape the hours, you lose track of the days |
|
The more you understand, seems the more like you do |
|
You never get away, everybody wants you |
|
Everybody wants you |
|
Everybody wants you |
