Eyeballing the clock as if time passed Making subtle statements she was afraid to just ask Was I only looking for a blast? I had to find some Bohemians, and fast
Eating up the bread she sliced by hand Father's job was shipped into a foreign land No one in the town could understand But the bankers sold his business for a hundred grand
She looks for love in all the wrong places Thinking that knowledge is all kings and aces. But only memory knows what memory erases And there ain't no sleuth can truth you where the trace is She looks for love in all the wrong places Thinking that knowledge is all kings and aces Only memory knows what memory erases And there ain't no sleuth can truth you where the traces:
Weekends on the wrong side of the tracks Nighttimes in the forest with a chopping axe Was she only looking for her past? I had to get out of there, and fast
Leaving by approximately three Can't you be young, just for once, and just for me? Can't you be young, just for once, for me? Can't you be young, just for once, and just for me?