Deborah

Deborah, some may say we're flawed
but no one walks along these streets who hasnt yet been burned
Deborah, lock up all these doors
so much energy up to no good
well, no one's keeping score

So you tear down the brick walls
and you crash your mothers car
because it makes you feel much better
say it was a counter measure
yeah.... Deborah

Deborah, its 3 a.m I know
and Ive been banging on your windowpane
for you to come outside
Deborah, your dime store troubadour
well, hes down on his luck
he's singing songs down by the record store

Well just hang out for a while
then burn down the discotheques
then make a run for better weather
till life shuts us up forever
yeah, oh my, we're taking it by and by
if that dont make us feel much better
Deborah, what are we after?
yeah..... Deborah

Deborah, let me take you there
See, just cause weve been down so long
you feel the worse for wear
Deborah hey, I won't swim no more
and this slow boat its just full of holes
well never get too far

Could we just hang on for a while?
act out all Byronesque
make a run for better weather
till life shuts us up forever, yeah...
oh my, were living it on the sly
if that dont make us feel much better
Deborah, what were we after?
Deborah