text: 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
  Its a pleasure to try em
  Its 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
  Youre in rocknroll, its the nature of the race
  Its the unknown child, so sweet and wild
  Its youth, its too good to waste
  She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand
  She says, You cant hold the hand of a rocknroll man
  Or count on your plans with a rocknroll man
  Compete with the fans for your rocknroll man
  The girls and the bands and the rocknroll man