The streets, the signs are pointing all one way
But you
Here she comes down the street and that look is
SPOKEN:
Is this on?
OK, after four!
Four!
SUNG:
I used to think she was
I read the papers this morning
I saw your photograph
You look
I don't mind the pain, or the jokers' cold refrain
The
Rock 'N' Roll Is King
Listen everybody let me tell you
A moving stream of information
That is floating on the wind
The
On a cold and windy morning, said goodbye to my
The stars that shine so brightly
They call to me
I dream
Time after time, time after time
The skies are darkening they
I saw her there from across the street, she was