Neilson

You won't let me hail, anyone else to dance, rooms with darkened pales, you always play the fool, waiting for kindness to pass, try to make life smooth, nothing more to say, so little of pure chance, when you drive away, rage against these Blues, lilac as a lonely fast, don't let them get to you, my life is framed, and your face is tanned, gliding down the freeway, tell you what to do, pull over make a stance, you're no fool, twirl me 'round again, seek a ship for France, say what you want to say, you'll get another chance.