Here comes old Rosie she's looking mighty fine, here comes hot Nancy she's steppin' right on time. There go the street lights bringing on the night, here come the men faces hidden from the light.

Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall? When you realize, you just can't have it all.

And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.

He wants his home and security, he wants to live like a sailor at sea.

Make a destination of the greater truth.

Set yourself the bolder course. Keep your heart an open shrine.

Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.