\"Why, why so quiet? Oh mysterious country singer?\" she asked.
life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades in streets at night.
When I'm down fighting shadows. postcards in a box in my room.
Telephone conversations, gas slowly leaking out a heart-shaped balloon.
It's a dangerous game that I'm sure if I could keep playing for long. It's a game, it's a very fine line and if one is I have no cards to play and that's why got nothing to say, tonight. I've got nothing to say, tonight.