You've stood in this very spot before The second time she said goodbye that night & though you can't relate, try not to hate all the things you feel inside For all of the young ones who're moving east You aint gonna find yourself out there & all eyes drain as they board the plane & you shrug off another year & all the restless singers & hot dog vendors force their trade outside & you're around again, force fed, fed up, & tongue tied It was a full-blown saturday night How quickly we forget about our past You hadn't been there in weeks, backbeats & freaks, & old feelings coming up fast Then she walks into the room Your stomach muscles fight like green berets Her eyes so obscene, sing like tambourines as they flash themselves your way & if you'd take time now to step out of yourself & put aside your american pride You'd be around again, force fed, fed up, & tongue tied You & she were of the chosen few, There was little left to say & less to be done There was no need to guess, all signs pointed to yes as you rode off into the sun Along came a storm of bad luck That washed away everything you thought was right You held back your cough, watched her take off for her dream of an eastern life & some unknown unseen came from who knows where & ripped out all you had inside & you're around again, force fed, fed up, & tongue tied