No one twisting his armnOkay, 1,2,3 nownnWell, I should have spent tonight out finding some good ledgenIt's time to look at long shots, the cheap end of the wedgenYou used to hear our fights half a block awaynI'm wondering now which ones I could have lost to make her staynnWell, I call a friend of mine and say I haven't heard a thingnThe world has made you tired, wound down the driving springnHe says you're still a child and I hope you never changenBut I can't jump at every chance that's moving out of rangennSecond hand slow nownI don't know hownHours got right of waynOn the verge of a perfect daynnThe slate I got clean won't stay clean longnAnd the love I got over won't stay gonenBut the pain of the slip through fingers lingers onnnWell, run the blacktop circuit, find the ethnic buysnWho is going to love this place when the trade route diesnGassed to make the coast homes, roll the windows tightnYoung men it's not your concern where money spends the nightnnI...nnNew top guns I say glad to shake your handnLots don't get so lucky and luck is what will standnFind you've got no grip on anything that lastsnAnd all you party boys had best get serious and fastnnHearts at each side gonHigh now then lownWhat will make the race?nMaybe leaving without a tracennThe slate I got clean won't stay clean longnAnd the love I got over won't stay gonenBut the pain of the slip through fingers lingers onnnThe slate I got clean won't stay clean longnAnd the love I got over won't stay gonenBut the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on