The searchers are restless
When you put up your buckskin wall
They don't want your body
They just want your naked talk
You're so cool
I love the words you choose
You know when it's time to go
But it's the stories that you lose
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
You don't tolerate losers
With their machine gun charms
Talk circles around the actors
Who'll never know who they really are
Let's burn the script
Draw a future with the ashes on the floor
You got adventure in your eyes
When I can't take this town anymore
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
Raindrops on the rooftop
Wet leaves on thirsty dirt
The beggars run for shelter
The rich dance in their sense of worth
I'm a young man in an old suit
And you love me just the same
We hitchhike for the romance
Sleep in the alleyways
Visitors on the prowl
Can't hide enough in time
You don't always want a conversation
During your theatre of the mind
Spinning tales and popping pills
Quiet at the borderline
We'll be somewhere else by the rising
If they don't catch us in a lie
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
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The searchers are restless
When you put up your buckskin wall
They don't want your body
They just want your naked talk
You're so cool
I love the words you choose
You know when it's time to go
But it's the stories that you lose
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
You don't tolerate losers
With their machine gun charms
Talk circles around the actors
Who'll never know who they really are
Let's burn the script
Draw a future with the ashes on the floor
You got adventure in your eyes
When I can't take this town anymore
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
Raindrops on the rooftop
Wet leaves on thirsty dirt
The beggars run for shelter
The rich dance in their sense of worth
I'm a young man in an old suit
And you love me just the same
We hitchhike for the romance
Sleep in the alleyways
Visitors on the prowl
Can't hide enough in time
You don't always want a conversation
During your theatre of the mind
Spinning tales and popping pills
Quiet at the borderline
We'll be somewhere else by the rising
If they don't catch us in a lie
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
When you put up your buckskin wall
They don't want your body
They just want your naked talk
You're so cool
I love the words you choose
You know when it's time to go
But it's the stories that you lose
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
You don't tolerate losers
With their machine gun charms
Talk circles around the actors
Who'll never know who they really are
Let's burn the script
Draw a future with the ashes on the floor
You got adventure in your eyes
When I can't take this town anymore
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
Raindrops on the rooftop
Wet leaves on thirsty dirt
The beggars run for shelter
The rich dance in their sense of worth
I'm a young man in an old suit
And you love me just the same
We hitchhike for the romance
Sleep in the alleyways
Visitors on the prowl
Can't hide enough in time
You don't always want a conversation
During your theatre of the mind
Spinning tales and popping pills
Quiet at the borderline
We'll be somewhere else by the rising
If they don't catch us in a lie
Freddie's got the shingles
Joselyn's homesick on the train
Four kettles on the burners
Like a symphony of pain
And the weather is sick to death
And it's tears are only saying
I can't stay no more
I can't stay no more
I can't stay
Writer: Jerry Leger
Copyright: Lyrics © Leger Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Leger Music