Besedila: Pat Benatar. Best Shots. Painted Desert.

I hear your heartbeat, but you're never there
Like a mirage you haunt me everywhere
All day long I burn for you, lonely in the night
I tried to live alone, but I just can't get it right

Ya' know that this town's like a painted desert
Dead heat, movin' in the city
I'm lost in a painted desert
In a painted desert without you

I've done some thinkin', now that you're not here
I know your reasons and they're still not clear
All I'm sure of is what I got to lose
I tried to be a better loser but it's just no use

Ya' know that this town's like a painted desert
Dead heat, movin' in the city
I'm lost in a painted desert
In a painted desert without you

Walk in the sundown, I search in vain
Waitin' on the wind that whispers out your name
Through concrete canyons echoing a world of other faces
No direction looks like home, where is my oasis?

Ya' know that this town's like a painted desert
Dead heat, movin' in the city
I'm lost in a painted desert
In a painted desert without you
In a painted desert without you
Where is my oasis?