Ugh! Ooh, a hundred and ten. Yeah, what's this shit? Yeah! When I was waiting in the bar, where were you? When I was buying you a drink, where were you? When I was trying to hide in bed, where were you? When I watched you follow the distance, did you see me? You were standing in a queue, did you see me? You had yellow hair, did you see me? I want to talk to you all night, do you like me? I want to find out about your life and do you like me? Would you rather be my wife, do you love me? Another town, another place, another girl, another place Another truck, another race I've been injured, feeling bad, another night, I'm going mad My woman's leaving, I feel sad But I just love to live the lead, another beer is what I need Another gig, my ears bleed We are the roadblocks Another town I've left behind, another dream completely blind Another hotel I can't find Another backstage best view, another tube of super glue Another border to get through I'm driving like a maniac, driving way to hell and back Another room, a case to pack We are the roadblocks Another town, another place, another girl I'm driving like a maniac I'm driving like a maniac I'm driving like a maniac Always flood with debt I live killed but I don't care about it I can't face your threats and stand up straight And talk and shout about it I think I'm on another world with you With you I'm on another planet with you With you Another girl, another planet Another girl, another planet Space travels in my blood There ain't nothing I couldn't do about it Long journeys wear me out but I know I can't live without it, I know I think I'm on another world with you With you I'm on another planet with you With you Another girl who's loving you now Another planet who's holding you down Another planet His family taught him right from wrong With local tales and children's songs Sunday school was his shelter With his friends Joe and Walter Now those days seem far away An empty swing where he once played Now he's grown so fat and bold He never thought that he'd grow old And every day when he catches a train Looks out the window and thinks in vain If I could only be that boy again Sales job and gets him there Same old faces, same old sounds Heart attacks, orthopedic backs Documents and labeled racks His wife can't stand the sight of him With his roots in a glass of gin She makes his lunch with processed ham And waits in bar to meet a man And every day when he gets a train Looks out the window and thinks in vain If I could only be that boy again Take it away, girl If he could be that boy again Another day, another tin His kids don't even notice him Something different about his face His happy smile seems out of place His family gathered round for tea Eyes fixed on their new celly A news flash came, then it said Bill McCoy was just found dead No more windows, no more trains Hung himself out in the rain Now he'll never be that boy again And we say bye, bye Bill McCoy Bye, bye Bill McCoy Bye, bye Bill McCoy I'm a boy, boy, boy on the run Some say my manners ain't the best Some my friends have been a whole lot of trouble And some say I'm no better than the rest But tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white Every day I work hard At night I spend a restless time With those rich kids and all their lazy money They can't afford a candle to run Tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white Good guys, bad guys, which is which? The right color wasn't for the digger that digs Then who's to say who's the better man? Come on, do the best I can, best I can You thought I had a dirty mind All those messed up chicks are the change in times Life's built an easy limit It can't come close to the fault that I've given To tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white They don't wear white All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself I'm on, I'm on both levels Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself So many times I'm down, down So many times I'm down, down So many times I'm down, down With the ground Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself All by myself All by myself All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself Lord, it only means All by myself Some folks are born Made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white, and blue And when the band waves Hail to the chief Ooh, they point the candidate You know It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Some folks are born Silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves But when the tax man Come through the door Lord, the house look like A rummage sale, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one The folks in Harry Star-spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down To war And when you ask them How much should they give Who's the only answer? It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire, son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one Before loneliness Will break my heart Send me a postcard, darling How can I make you understand I wanna be your woman Here Here I'm waiting For a little sign Waiting till the end of time Send me a postcard, darling Send me a postcard now I can taste a lonely night I need someone I can turn to New gods for the day I get a little sign I want to know You're all mine now Please don't let me down Ain't no lover like me in town Send me a postcard, darling Send me a postcard now Before loneliness Will break my heart Send me a postcard, darling How can I make you understand I wanna be your woman Here Here I'm waiting For a little sign Waiting till the end of time Send me a postcard, darling Send me a postcard now Send me a postcard, darling Send me a postcard now I never got my license to live They won't give it up So I stand at the world's edge I'm trying to break in Oh, I know it's not for me Desire at all Makes me say that I knew That's what I want Somewhere it's in When things get too straight I can't bear it I feel stuck, stuck in a pen I'm trying to break in Oh, I know it's not for me Desire at all Makes me say that I knew That's what I want Somewhere it's in That's what I want Somewhere it's in Just to relax well Let some dark wind send For a while anyway With my head on the edge That's what you get out of the edge Somewhere it's in Somewhere it's in Somewhere it's in We've been here too long Trying to get along Pretending that you're low, so shy I'm a nice woman Doing all I can My temperature is running high Night at night No one in sight And we got so much to share Talkin' fun If you got the time But I ain't got the time Well, yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Every girl and boy Needs a little joy All you do is sit and stare Begging on my knees Please run your fingers Through my hair My, my, my Whiskey and rye Don't only make you feel so fine Ride on long Don't only turn you on Can't you see we're wasting time? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Do you wanna touch? Yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Do you wanna touch the wheel? Thank you for watching! And what costumes shall we poker wear? To our tomorrow's parties A hand-me-done dress from who knows where To our tomorrow's parties And where will she go? What shall she do when midnight comes around? She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door Baby, you're not at home And when I'm home Big deal, I'm still alone And when I'm home Viscorous desire Beat my head against the wall Try to knock some sense Down in my bones And even though they don't show The scars are so old And when they don't They let you know You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory Don't try You're just a bastard, Jim And you've got more than me Crudging living with me We're one and the same And even though they don't show The scars are so old And when they don't They let you know You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory Don't try You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory You can't put your arm around a memory John Chyne John Chyne John Chyne John Chyne John Chyne