take care   she will fall on you like winter   you don't hear a thing but the beating of wings   as the lights go out      there you are   standing in the doorway   with a cigarette   you say, “hey rock n' roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool?   that shame is mine, ya know I've done it too.”   19's fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22      she will come   to any whispered invitation   try to send her away, she did not come here to play   she is not leaving empty handed   there we are   there we are      you say time isn't mine   to save or to waste   but i might stick around till the season changes shoes      the fortunate ones will always get to choose   19's fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22      take care, she'll rub off on you like weather   you won't hear a thing but the beating of wings   there you are