Ghost Riders
The money would be pretty good
if a quart of milk were still a dollar
or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
And the hours, well, I don't mind
how they creep on by like an old love of mine
it's the years that simply disappear that are doing me in
Guess I married too young,
yeah, nineteen was just too young,
but sometimes you meet someone
and your guts just burn
It's not that I don't love him anymore
it's just that when I hear him
coming through that front door
my heart doesn't race like it did once before
But I'v
Still...You Turn Me On
Do you want to be an angel, do you want to be a star
Do you want to play some magic on my guitar
Do you want to be a poet, do you want to be my string
You could be anything
Do you want to be the lover of another
Undercover, you could even be the man on the moon
Do you want to be the palyer, do you want to be the string
Let me just tell you something, it just don't mean a thing
You see it really doesn't matter when your buried in disguise
By the dark glass on your eyes though your flesh has crystalised
Still...you turn me on
Dou you want to be the pillow where I lay my head
Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed
Do you want to be a colur cover magazine
Create a scene
Every day a little sadder, a little madder
Someone get me a ladder
Do you want to be the singer, do you want to be the song
Let me tell you something, you just couldn't be more wrong
You see I really have to tell you that it all gets so intense
From my experience it just doesn't seem to make sense
Still...you turn me me on