You're the girl like a storm No one knows where you go You got stuck here in a quandary And trying to have the little luxury Boys are left in the tracks You made when you were high I doubt that was a sympathetic lie In the middle Of your face, the quiet eye It might catch you, my friend And you'll die In those kind of moments Never feel time going by Everybody, don't be slow This is your life Hands in the pockets She's standing alone Swaggering here and there With her colorful jacket on It's like you're in the 70's, black and white Portly man in a suit and tie Boys are left in the tracks You made when you were in trouble Maybe they ought to go with the body doubles In the middle Of your face, the quiet eye It might catch you, my friend And you'll die In those kind of moments Never feel time going by Everybody, don't be slow This is your life Closer and closer What's lost here I still wonder Closer and closer Gotta keep your eyes on that monster Closer to that liar What's lost here I still wonder Little monster Give me more wonder that never ceases