\"Why, why so quiet? my, mysterious country singer?\" she asked.
My life, it's riot I'm climbing barricades in streets at night.
When I'm down fighting shadows. Twenty-five postcards in a box in my
Telephone conversations, gas leaking out of a heart-shaped balloon.
It's a dangerous game that I'm not if I could keep playing for long. It's a game, a very fine line and if one step is wrong... I have cards to play and that's why got nothing to say, tonight. I've got nothing to say, tonight.