The Church Follow

If you think that light's too pretty for you
You should step outside your skin for a moment or two
Desert winds come howling down empty boulevards
Blowing like sick minstrels when the dust is too hot

You thought you were a stranger in your opportunity clothes
But the sun makes it all hazy and it doesn't half show
You thought you were an actor with an amusing part
You danced the bossanova with your celluloid heart

You looked into the mirror and laughed at your face
Someone else was watching and handling your case
You think that it's easy with the drugs and guitars
You like to be backstage and in the star's car

There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go

Summertime, oblivious through noise and the heat
Crowded room where you can't find your feet
All the seals are broken at a quarter to two
But you don't even recognize who you're taking to

When they said you're ready, you took a swing
But it was empty, you didn't hit a thing
When they said you're ready, you hung on tight
But balance is elusive as you run down the night

There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go

Don't throw away your tickets yet, there's probably more
You just never know what you're hanging in for
Everybody told you, you're the one in the know
So that's the way, let's do it, there you go

There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go
There, there you go, there you go, there you go, there you go
There you go, there you go