Ain't No Half Steppin' - Heatwave

Somebody stop her, the lifter, the runner The girl with the gold in her mouth They caught her at london, waterloo station Strung up on a ferris wheel She used to lose pageants, pick of the litter The newspapers screamed from their racks Pictures at seven, nineteen-eighty-something The waltz on her father's shoes No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen But i really knew her in an after-pub closing way Falling down, crawling drunk Laughing like children with sugared-up gullets I rue this day No more losing the war, karen. No more losing the war. Got me all frustrated In an old-fashioned way. Easy does it, rider I've had a long, long day No more losing the war, karen No more losing the war, karen

Now that San Francisco's gone I guess I'll just pack it in Wanna wash away my sins In the presence of my friends You and I, we head back East To find a town where we can live Even in the half light We can see that something's gotta give When we watched the markets crash The promises we made were torn Then my parents sent for me From out West where I was born Some people say we've already lost But they're afraid to pay the cost for what we've lost Pay the cost for what we've lost Now that you have left me here I will never raise my voice All the diamonds you have here In this home which has no life Oh, this city's changed so much Since I was a little child Pray to God I won't live to see The death of everything that's wild (Woo!) Though we knew this day would come Still it took us by surprise In this town where I was born I now see through a dead man's eyes One day they will see it's long gone One day they will see it's long gone One day they will see it's long gone One day they will see it's long gone