The blonde in the bleachers, she flips her hair for you    Above the loudspeakers, you start to fall    She follows you home, but you miss living alone    You can still hear sweet mysteries calling you      The bands and the roadies    Lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em    It's a pleasure to try 'em    It's trouble to keep 'em      Cause it seems like you gotta give up such a piece of your soul when you give up the chase    Feeling it hot and cold    You're in rock'n'roll, it's the nature of the race    It's the unknown child, so sweet and wild    It's youth, it's too good to waste       She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand    She says, "You can't hold the hand of a rock'n'roll man   Or count on your plans with a rock'n'roll man    (For very long)   Compete with the fans for your rock'n'roll man    (For very long)    The girls and the bands and the rock'n'roll man"