(Steve Walsh / Steve Morse / Bob Ezrin / Phil Ehart)
She strides down 7th street
Smokey night - summer heat

Commotion - concrete fires
Where neon souls are burning


His whole life - a hung jury
She was the crime - Wheel's gonna pay
She's got blue steel; @@#!ed and locked

She is Justice - Justice is burning

She's turning the tables upside down

She's like a flame; she's burning higher
She's like a house on fire - House on fire


Wheel feels lucky - drinkin' blind
One track mind - sheer distraction
Steps on cracks, breakin' backs

Nothin's sacred on the other side

He turns left - she turns right

They both step through the veil of night
Cold blue steel reflection
And Wheel's got nowhere to hide


She's turning the tables upside down
She's like a flame; she's burning higher

She's like a house on fire - House on fire
Players of passion playing with fire
Streetlights are flashing but who are they for

Fisted love fueling fantasy
Is love worth the fire he's asking for