You got me excited
I would do anything now
Hand on the gun
My darling
Just show me how
But some things
They never come true
Some dreams are left
Waiting on you
You got both fists
Up in the air
You're waiting
For the fight to come
You will be swingin for years
In the spirit
Of World War Two
And everyone is counting on you
I can hold your hand
Until the end of the block
Never see each other again
Never talk
They're looking down
From hotel rooms
I guess everyone here
Is worried about you
They tracked you
To the other side of town
A man on each corner
Looking around
Don't want anything
To come between
The walls and the truth
Oh someone is desperate
Someone is thinking of you
Did they know you way back
You were skipping along
Nothing to worry about
Nothing every could be wrong
Then the call came
To an old weathered tune
Hey Kid
Someone must be thinking of you
At the table
She made up her face
Powder was dancing
Frantically all over the place
The alarm rang loud
Above the back door frame
Everyone ran out
But we were asked to stay
When we got up
The noise went down
We punished our visions
Like hands on a plow
What's behind the disguise
Who around here
Breaks the news
Give me your bullets
She don't want you