Yeah, straight into darkness, Straight into night. I remember, not after long darlin' I remember, the feeling at the time. Out the window of a 747, Man, there was nothin', open black sky. I don't believe the good times are over. I don't believe the thrill is all gone.
Real love is a man's salvation.
The weak one's fall, the strong carry on. Hey, I remember you back in '72, With your David Bowie hair and your platform shoes. Part-time job, servin' fast food. But out on the street, you was nobody's fool. Way down deep, you would hide the truth.