So knee to knee, they'll speed again
And laugh to laugh, they run
Across their own streets of hell

The deranged soul sister still insists
the deranged soul sister
Sleeping around, playing around, sleeping around

In the evening
They'll be losing touch
It ain't pretty

All cowboys and aliens and...
Youth unquestioning harmony
Extravagantly lost

I often think of that infinite meaning in a little gloom
Ladies and gentleman scrutinizing the mundane
In the evening

They try to look tough
It's quite silly
All cowboys and aliens and...

And all the boys are mean and dirty
And I can't quite remember when I was under thirty