Из альбома: Antique Hearts
Headed back on a highway drive, interstate eighty-five Coming back from a show that we had in charlotte It was getting kind of late and the fireworks display, it played a thief to all the stars glory The wheels they were turning, boy my eyes they were burning, it said Raleigh-fifty miles
Big city turn me on Pick me up and throw me down just like your doll Tell me I'm wrong when i know just what i saw Big city turn me on, turn me off
Me and my friends go to the same bar every Thursday We stare at the centerfold eyes that keep mixing our drinks The liquor lies are all that's left of this poor girl's innocence She don't know my name but I'll be damned if one day she won't
Big city turn me on Pick me up and throw me down just like your doll Tell me I'm wrong when i know just what i saw Big city turn me on, turn me off
Candlelight retrospection on a hand me down couch There is coffee in my hand, her head in my lap, and Dylan on the stereo Like a jewelry store window her eyes they were made to sparkle and for a moment i still believed in love
Big city turn me on Pick me up; throw me down to the ground just like your doll Tell me I'm wrong when i know good and well what i saw Big city turn me on, turn me off