There's a place on the corner mixing gossip up with gin And the face in the window can always tell you who's been in Well you moved to the country to lose the smoke and the crowd But night like this you always wind up where the air is thick and music's loud Every breath has its meaning You're blowing out and I'm breathing in So take care what you do 'Cause it all comes back again There's a sign on the highway telling everyone to rejoice Every moment is a crossroad, everyone must make a choice When you love take it easy 'cause shortcuts are a waste of time And the years bring back people you've been holding in your mind There's a man in a white house selling everyone a used car And he plays with his prophets, dreams that he's a football star But the dreams rain down fire on the little plastic men And if you think it doesn't hurt you, you had better think again