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 pleasure to try em
  Its trouble to keep em
  Cause it seems like youve gotta give up
  Such a piece of your soul
  When you give up the chase
  Feeling it hot and cold
  Youre in rock n roll
  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 rock n roll man
  Very long
  Or count on your plans
  With a rock n roll man
  Very long
  Compete with the fans
  For your rock n roll man
  For very long
  The girls and the bands
  And the rock n roll man