Riot On an Empty Street

"Why, why so quiet, oh, my mysterious country singer?" She asked My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades, in empty streets at night When I'm down, fighting shadows 25 postcards, in a box in my room Telephone conversations Gas slowly leaking out of a heart-shaped balloon It's a dangerous game that I'm not sure if I could keep playing for long It's a dangerous game It's a very fine line And if one step is wrong, I'll have no cards to play And that's why, I've got nothing to say tonight I've got nothing to say tonight