Song Lyrics

Don Walker

Love burns like a blue flame
A blue flame, a blue flame
Love burns like a blue flame
How can I be free

Love burns like a blue flame
Through the night, your name
Still burns like a blue flame
How can I be free

How can I be free
Wandering alone
All night long the way I do
Wherever you are tonight
How can I make you see
The torch I’m carrying for you
Still burns

(Love burns, still burns,
still burns like a blue flame…)

How can I be free
When everywhere I go
The word is you have been untrue
How can I be free
When everybody knows
The torch I’m carrying for you
Still burns

(Love burns, still burns
still burns like a blue flame…)

Don Walker

Who cares if it’s true
When I say
In the temple of my heart, a candle burns for you
That turns my night into day

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a midnight line
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Who cares if I swear
That my love for you
Is so much more than a wild affair
For a weekend or two

Romantic lies
Like wine
Like a diamond mine
Make a girl go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Romantic lies are
As easy as breathing
Cool as believing
That each kiss has a fairytale ending
Just close your eyes

Romantic lies
They say
Like a holiday
Make the world go downtown
Romantic lies
Make the world go round

Don Walker / Wes Carr

Wired but alive
At the break of the day
As the last few survivors
Fall away, fall away

And I get a little lost sometimes
A little lost sometimes
In the night

I get a little lost sometimes
A little bit lost sometimes
That’s alright

Time is a tease
All those feathers and fans
And unfinished symphonies
And you
With your broken plans
And your day’s demands

And I get a little lost sometimes…

Outside, sirens, join and fade
Wired but alive
We got it made
We got it made

And I get a little lost sometimes…

Don Walker

Hey you with the head on
Yeah, I mean you
When the owner bombs this place
Watcha gonna do
I got one eye on the minute hand
One eye on a girl
One eye is a rubberband
Gonna flick away this world

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Hey you in the uniform
Yeah, I mean you
When the revolution comes
Watcha gonna do
Fat girl with a travel rug
She’s got a chiko roll
Fat girl with a travel rug
I’m gonna lose control

Bus station
Lotta time to kill
Lotta miles
Lotta pills
Lotta time to kill

Like a big cat in a little cage
A king in a cell
Its too bad, a man my age
To know this place too well

Like a dead man on the underground
On a long weekend
Things keep goin’ round and round
And I’ll be back again

Bus station

Phil Small

I’ve walked the highway as a sinner
It’s just a lonely road from hell
And my shoes are wearin’ thinner
As far as I can tell
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

Some say that time can heal your soul
That won’t help me find my goal
Though my heart may skip a beat
I ain’t slow on my two feet
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

I wanna believe
There’ll come a point in time
I’ll face all my demons
That tempt all mankind
Find absolution
Before it’s too late
To break these chains
Start a clean slate

The good book says the flesh is weak
Please believe me if you can
It’s attention I seek
And I am but a man
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky

You know I’m not the one to give up
My hour glass is losing sand
Can you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Can you show me what love is
Do you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Come show me what love is
Why won’t you understand
When things get out of hand
I might get lucky….
Yeah lucky
Yeah lucky
Whoa lucky