| We’re takin' a ride |
| Down to the Court Street tonight |
| You feel like you could die |
| This ain’t right |
| Well they shuffle your name |
| Three cops under the bridge on the lookout haunt |
| Watch you speed away |
| One, the one that walked away |
| As you drive |
| To Willow Lane |
| I thought I knew the right things to say |
| Thought I knew the right things to say |
| I thought I knew the right things to say |
| But you’re fadin' away |
| On Willow Lane |
| You could count the stars |
| Johnny’s gonna count the money in the bag |
| You could count your blessings |
| But how many have you really had? |
| You can watch the moon rise |
| Or you could watch it go down |
| There ain’t nobody lookin' for you, baby |
| Nobody lookin' for you now |
| I thought I knew the right things to say |
| I thought I knew the right things to say |
| Thought I knew the right things to say |
| But you’ve faded away |
| Down to Willow Lane |
| There’s shuffle out the heartbeat, stuck inside a drum |
| If it was topsy and turvy fallin' down the stairs into a bunch of drums |
| And I ain’t got no time for you, I ain’t got no time |
| Ain’t got nothin' to say, I ain’t got nothin' to confess for awhile |
| I thought I knew the right things to say |
| Thought I knew what would take you away |
| Thought I knew the right things to say |
| But you’re fadin' away |
| To Willow Lane |