(M. Crenshaw, D. Dixon)
She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence
that would give her game away
but everything was as clear as day
I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did
and I could feel her restless mind
calling out for love at crying time
All those days that seemed like years
the silence roaring in our ears
then at night a ticking sound
the timebomb of the life we'd found
I watched her leave, my heart in flames
fanned by all her other lovers' names
and I could feel my restless mind
calling out for love at crying time
Whisky, wine and cheap perfume; all those crowded bars
and hotel rooms
Exotic rhythms to embrace
but everywhere is a lonely place
so down and down and down I go
but where I'm going, well I sure don't know
But I can feel my restless mind
calling out for love at crying time
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