I woe that your hearts are made of a further kind
And a riot stick won't kill your piece of mind
You can fight with all the spirit that you obsess
Because your fight is a struggle at its best

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
Summer's out of reach

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Gotta kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight

Under neon loneliness
Motorcycle emptiness

Am I alive, or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone? Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?

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I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I can still remember those crazy days
We'd dance all night and sleep all day
In the old West End everybody was dancing
Dancing, ow

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes
But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio

Oh, up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight, I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of elation