It was pictures and politics   a lovely time    What's wrong with it?   I watche dmyself with you   and saw all the things   I put you through.   I felt a change in the weather.   I always said,    "Never ever rely upon   Solid ground to hold you up   when you are coming down."   Cause I am the burning, broken, cadence   And I'll run you down   Don't turn around   This is my warning.   And I will    Learn to never say   Never ever to a girl   That belongs in simple songs   of right and wrongs.   Cause I am the burning, broken, cadence   and I'll run you down    Don't turn around   This is my warning to you.   Oh, the rhythm wears me out.   The cadence of this burning, broken song   I sing myself.