The blonde In the bleachers
She flips her hair for you
Above the loudspeakers
You start to fall

She follows you home
But you miss living alone
You can still hear sweet mysteries
Calling you

The bands and the roadies
Loving them and leaving them
It's pleasure to try 'em

It's trouble to keep 'em

'Cause It seems like you've gotta give up
Such a piece of your soul
When you give up the chase

Feeling It hot and cold
You're In rock'n'roll
It's the nature of the race

It's the unknown child
So sweet and wild
It's youth
It's too good to waste

She tapes her regrets
To the microphone stand

She says you can't hold the hand
Of a rock'n'roll man

Very long

Or count on your plans
With a rock'n'roll man
Very long

Compete with the fans
For your rock'n'roll man
For very long
The girls and the bands
And the rock'n'roll man