[no one twisting his arm]

I should have spent tonight out finding some good ledge

It's time to look at long shots, the cheap end of the wedge
You used to hear our fights half a block away
I'm wondering now which ones i could have lost to make her stay


I call a friend of mine and say haven't heard a thing
The world has made you tired, wound down the driving spring

He says you're still a child and i hope you never change
But i can't jump at every chance that's moving out of range


Second hand slow now
I don't know how
Hours got right of way

On the verge of a perfect day

The slate i got clean won't stay clean long

And the love i got over won't stay gone
But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on


Run the blacktop circuit, find the ethnic buys
Who is going to love this place when the trade route dies
Gassed to make the coast homes, roll the windows tight

Young men it's not your concern where money spends the night

New top guns i say glad to shake your hand

Lots don't get so lucky and luck is what will stand
Find you've got no grip on anything that lasts
All you party boys had best get serious and fast


Hearts at each side go
High now then low

What will make the race?
Maybe leaving without a trace


The slate i got clean won't stay clean long
And the love i got over won't stay gone
But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on


The slate i got clean won't stay clean long
And the love i got over won't stay gone

But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on