Из альбома: Yes
Got to the driver of my car, past the dogs and past the guards
Past all my alamrs
Supposed to be so state of the art
You penetrate my radar
You penetrate my radar
Drop a bone in my backyard
You penetrate my radar
You played me like a chess game and now you say:
Checkmate
While you go running freely spending money everyplace
And me I got to hide and
I don't dare show my face
If I am guilty so are you - It was March 4, 1982
Riding 'round forever on an empty tank of gas
And an empty pocketbook I better get it to the bank
And now I'm high up in a glider high up here without you a care
I got all the time in the world
All the time in the world to spare