She hears the beckoning call of night, Neon fingers touching her with light, And she runs to join the movers On the minight carousel, Calling 'faster' to a barker She knows all too well.
Hey girl, you best slow down, You'll lose your good name in town. All of God's children home in bed And you're out lookin' for a man in red.
She feels the wind of summer dark, Rolling down the alleys of her heart. As she turns to join the dancers He is waiting in the line, Staring at her soul and claiming 'You are mine'.
Hey girl, you best go way, Leave the dark, leave today. All of God's children home in bed And you're out running with a man in red.
Yes, I know, I know it's true: You are wise but I'm not you. I am flame, and lightning, and the stars. Let me burn up in the night-time, In the spring time of my years: I will not bear your pain of guilt Or wear your tears.'
She feels his hands upon her face. He leads her dancing from this place. To a field of nightly revels Where the caller plants the seed, She burns her world behind her, He is all she needs.
Hey girl, you can't go home, Leave your good folks alone. All of God's children home in bed And your out sinnin' with a men in red.
When they knew all their fields were sown, He left her by the road alone. But that road was going somewhere Worth the price there was to pay. Now, she waits for morning To be on her way.
Hey girl, we told you so: Strangers come and strangers go. While good girls were home in bed, You were taken by a men in red.
Yes, I know, I know it's true: You are wise but I'm not you. I am flame, and lightning, and the stars.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
