High & Dry

Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke another mirror You're turning into something you're most surely not Don't leave me high (send it up, send it through) Don't leave me dry (sent it right back to you) Don't leave me high (send it up, send it through) Don't leave me dry (sent it right back to you) Think again Drying up in conversation You will be the one who cannot talk All your insides fall to pieces You just sit there wishing you could still make love They're the ones who'll hate you When you think you've got the world all sussed out They're the ones who'll spit at you When you're the one screaming out