Roger Chapman - House Behind The Sun lyrics

Young wolves getting rowdy, all busy out there howling Under a normal sunny moon Outside the sky is blazing, Inside a hunger ranges All in all a nothing afternoon Is there a place that you can run to? Maybe a heart that waits for you And if you can pick up the pieces Then I'd appreciate your picking me up too And we'll go driving down a one-way street With the sound and vision on Yeh s**ing sweet ambrosia babe In a house behind the sun In a beat up Ford and the flashing heat With a one-way ticket to run Yeh s**ing sweet ambrosia babe In a House behind the sun – oh behind the sun So cool and feeling good, tall-tales of Hollywood Juke-box-junkies – never get enough Young wolves out there cruising, On the street jungle juicing Roving eye it must be in the blood Is there a place that you remember? A heart out there you've never used, no? And if you can pick up the pieces Then I'd appreciate your picking me up too And we'll go driving down a one-way street With the sound and vision on Yeh s**ing sweet ambrosia babe In a house behind the sun In a beat up Ford and the flashing heat With a one-way ticket to run Yeh s**ing sweet ambrosia babe In a House behind the sun – oh behind the sun