The Blonde in the Bleachers

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

It's a pleasure to try 'em

It's 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

You're in rock'n'roll, it's the nature of the race

It's the unknown child, so sweet and wild

It's youth, it's too good to waste

She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand

She says, "You can't hold the hand of a rock'n'roll man

Or count on your plans with a rock'n'roll man

(For 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"