Forty Three

I seek the right tone, that Freeway's no Spa, love is a joke, a trail that's well used, searching for your Da, life circles around you, Saints can reveal their bones, it won't take you far, can't do passion alone, you don't need a feud, at some throwaway bar, to know what to do, don't drink alone, your voice gone la la, wait for me to come home, before heading for the blue, when we wave ta ra, dance away all our dues, ours not a lucky star, safe within a credit zone, songs inside you whisper Pa, nowhere we can phone.