First time I looked straight into her eyes
I saw the future, I saw bluer skies
Oh oh oh oh oh
Even when im lonely I am always surprised all
Of the ways you told me to keep my eye on the
Prize
You and your photographic memory
You and your photographic memory
Im a broken man, Im damaged goods
Lock me in the basement with furnace soot
You came along in your party dress
I climbed a mountain under house arrest
When we were kids I swear we were power lines
Out on some journey searching for some better
Minds
You cant cut it out, no you cant keep it out
Of line
Looking for the pavement
Looking like were running out of time
And I am yours and you are mine
Batten down the hatches and man the sails
The war isnt over, its not even tipped the
Scales
Run down the tracks like a bat out of hell
Dont muss up your hair because were destined
To fail
When I was young I thought I was a power line
When I was young I was searching for some
Better time
