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Sometimes it seems unimaginable |
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That you were ever any other way |
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With your white rose face and your orphan clothes |
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Embroidered jeans and silver chains |
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You're a well known face in all the hang-out places |
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Where the lost souls congregate |
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You sit all night, but you talk too fast |
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I don't know what you're trying to say |
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Oh Carol, |
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I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha |
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Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha |
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You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays |
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I know your daddy said he'd talk to you |
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But he never really found the time |
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And your T |
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V mother with her cocktail eyes |
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Could never really reach your mind |
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So you fixed your star to a passing dream |
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And took a cocaine holiday |
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Now the years flow round you in a muddy stream |
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And you need another place to stay. |
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Oh Carol, |
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I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha |
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Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha |
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You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays |
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Reach down, silvery ship from the stars, |
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I know you're there |
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I know you'll understand me, you can take me anywhere |
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I know you must be there |
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Well, sometimes it seems impossible |
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That the game could get that rough |
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But the stage is set, the exit's barred |
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And the make-up won't come off |
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So you make your bow to the balcony |
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You light another cigarette |
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And the lights grow dim as the music starts |
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And it's easy to forget |
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Oh Carol, |
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I think it's time for running for cover, a-ha |
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Believe me, you're everyone's and nobody's lover, a-ha |
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You've got a one-way ticket for all your yesterdays |
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Reach down, silvery ship from the stars, |
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I know you're there |
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I know you'll understand me, you can take me anywhere |
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I know you must be there |
