Your lungs fill up with concrete. Her voice is all you can hear. Red lips and a screwdriver. Wrapped around some mink-clad smear. And you know that she's a diamond. And it's damned you for sure (OR In this damn juke box hell). 'Cause fools gold only fools fools. In two-bit hotels.. But she's cooler than all that. She's a real high-class cat. She's queen of the last dance rodeo.. But under the gas lamp. The air is thick and velvety. Your bones filled with hunger. Your heart filled with longing. You're no longer human. You're an insatiable hole.. You wanna bury your face forever. In the navel of her soul. 'Cause you know .... All you need is a heart to call home. All you need is a heart to call home. That's all.. Light bulbs and nylons. And plastic chandeliers. Objects are only objects. They can't feel when you're near.. And tangerine lips. And lily-white breasts. These things are eternal. Inside them humanity rests.. The skin is like a seashell. You listen to the soul. Like an old-time radio show.. But under the gas lamp. The air is thick and velvety. Your bones filled with hunger. Your heart filled with longing. You're no longer human. You're an insatiable hole. You wanna bury your face forever. In the navel of her soul. 'Cause you know .... All you need is a heart to call home. That's all. But don't wander too far. On one constant star. Darkness exists except where you are. Your feet are filled with wandering. They follow your own. 'Cause everywhere you are. Feels like home. (sax solo). So search all you miners. You hunters of dreams. Look in the alleyways. For what you know is not what it seems. And fame all you maidens. but don't resist to long. But at least look behind you. And see your own shadow's gone. Don't you know it's the last rodeo. You gotta find yourself a cowboy. Or someone to keep you. Warm when it cold. But under the gas lamp. The air is thick and velvety. Your bones filled with hunger. Your heart filled with longing. You're no longer human. You're an insatiable hole.. You wanna bury your face forever. In the navel of her soul. 'Cause you know .... All you need is a heart to call home. All you need is a heart. All you need is a heart to call home. That's all..