Back again I'm holed up In the waiting room again Focused on the empty Getting underneath my skin How do I keep it? How do I keep it here? Look at how the time flies Burning daylight to the ground Wash away the ashes Gonna quiet my head down How do I keep it? How do I keep it here? 'Cause I wanna get high But you're keeping me low I don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think I wanna get high But you're taking me down down down Don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think Illuminate the shadow And try to keep the light within (keep the light within) Avoid another battle And forget what might have been How do I keep it? How do I keep it here? 'Cause I wanna get high But you're keeping me low I don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think I wanna get high (I wanna get high) But you're taking me down down down Don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think Oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh I've had too much to think As I walk through the valley of the shadow of LA See the faces of the people as they run away It's a permanent made distraction, the modern reaction The people don't have to feel the dissatisfaction It's a slow journey up but a quick ride on down And nobody here knowing their way around From the top of the world every which way is down And who's gonna take the crown? 'Cause I wanna get high (I wanna get high) But you're keeping me low (But you're keeping me low) I don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think I wanna get high (I wanna get high) But you're taking me down down down Don't got time to waste or time to kill I've had too much to think Oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh I've had too much to think

When it's late and I miss you And I'm sleepless and stand still And I wonder if you are in love Or if you are still thinking about me 'Cause it's late and I miss when You were here in my bed still With your mouth on my neck And your hands on my waist And my hands on your body So tell me it's not, tell it's not, oh, tell me it's over So tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's not and you're coming over Tell me it's not, tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's over And you're coming over (yeah) I'm thinking too much and I miss you, I miss you, I miss you I miss you in the morning I tried to replace it, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you I miss being important My body is wasted on these conversations I hated You make me wanna forget And I've been too honest 'Cause honestly all that I want is to feel important So tell me it's not, tell it's not, oh, tell me it's over So tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's not and you're coming over Tell me it's not, tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's over And you're coming over (yeah) Too much, she on too much Obsessed with being obsessed, not being in love Being backlit by fireworks and drugs Being passionate about everything but us And now I'm hands-up in the hallway Elevator fights spilling into streets all day Second half with the bad habit, you, yeah Second chance but I'm still bad at truth, yeah Tit-for-tat but we always end up back here Hungover in a deli, going halves for the cashier Can't tell if I'm over you, man, I might call I miss you in the morning and even more when night falls So tell me it's not, tell it's not, oh, tell me it's over So tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's not and you're coming over Tell me it's not, tell me it's not, oh, tell me it's over And you're coming over Hey, um, I called twice I don't know if your phone's dead or it's going to voicemail But I'm, uh, I'm standing on the end of the block right now I just wanna talk for a second

Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals Yes and a girl is there high heeling across the square Wind it blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a face she can like. Church bell clinging on just a trying to get a crowd for Evensong Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays They're all in the station praying for trains Congregation late again It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days Drunk old soldier he give her a fright He's a crazy lion he's a-howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone Her evening paper is horror torn But there's hope later for Capricorns Her lucky stars give her just enough to get her home Then she's reading about a swing to the right But she's a-thinking about a stranger in the night I'm thinking about the lions Thinking about the lions What happened to the lions tonight. Tonight tonight Thinking about the lions

Can't get no sleeves for my records Can't get no laces for my shoes Can't get no fancy notes on my blue guitar I can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues I can't find the reasons for your actions Or I don't much like the reasoning you use Somehow your motives are impure Or somehow I can't find the cure Can't get no antidote for blues Oh yeah, blues They say it's mostly vanity That writes the plays we act They tell me that's what everybody knows There's no such thing as sanity And that's the sanest fact That's the way the story goes Oh yeah Oh, yeah Blues Can't get no remedy on my TV It's nothing but the same old news Well, they can't find a way to be One world in harmony Can't get no antidote for blues Alright, yeah, blues Blues Oh yeah Blues Alright

I seen a girl on a one-way corridor Stealing down a wrong-way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl But the roller girl, she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight And the music's playing loud Hallelujah, here she comes Queen rollerball And enchanté, what can I say? Don't care at all You know, she used to have to wait around She used to be the lonely one But now that she can skate around town She's the only, only one No fear alone at night She's sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones are tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means And the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long She tortures taxi drivers just for fun She likes to read their lips Says, "Toro, toro, taxi, see ya tomorrow, my son" I swear, she let a big truck grease her hip Aw, she got her own world in the city, yeah You can't intrude on her, no, no, no, no She got her own world in the city The city's been so rude to her No fears alone at night Sailing through the crowd In her ears those phones so tight And the music's playing loud She gets rock 'n' roll and a rock 'n' roll station And a rock 'n' roll dream She's making movies on location She don't know what it means But the music make her wanna be the story And the story was whatever was the song, what it was Roller girl, don't worry D.J. play the movies All night long, all night long Slippin' and a-slidin' Yeah, life's a rollerball Slippin' and a-slidin' Skateaway, that's all Skateaway Sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway Now, sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey She's singing sha-la sha-lay, hey, hey Skateaway

We wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incummunicado No comment to make He's saying nothing at all Yeah but in the communiqué You know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Maybe he could talk about the tricks of the trade Maybe he can talk about himself Maybe he could talk about the money that he made Maybe he be saying something else But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he means Maybe on a Monday he got something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Well now the rumours are flying Speculation rife They say that he's been trying someone else's wife Somebody at the airport Somebody on the phone Say he's at the station and he's coming home alone Then we get the story The serious piece And a photography a taken in the hall And you don't have to worry with the previous release Right now he's saying nothing at all But in the communiqué you know he's gonna come clean Think what he say Say what he mean Maybe on a Monday he'll have something to say Communication Communiqué Communiqué Communication