I tell you I won't say a thing
I tell you man this bird won't sing
You're cooking up under a pale light
Spent your day waiting for the night
And when he walks on into the room
What will you do
I see your face all change
Like the avenue of expectancy you came through
You're like a cut that's going to scar
You're going to push me a bit to far
You're shooting up now to the stars
You're gonna end up behind bars
You set your sights on heights
That are far to steep to reach
You're sliding down the scale
That'll lead you into misery and grief