Besedila:
John Hiatt Anthology Disc 1

The driver says it's gettin' late But I know that he's lyin' I got me no important dates My, how time is flyin' CHORUS: Well I keep on, keep

Little girl playin' with the moonlight Shine it on me, shine it on me There's a cloud over my light and its troubling me, troubling me Such a world

She paints her fingernails forbidden tones She wants nervous youth on the telephone He don't call She sticks another pin In her doll And puts him

Well it's dangerous out here tonight but a fellow's gotta eat I see those vampires sucking blood I hear those dull thuds I guess it's trick or treat

I dreamed I did a good job and I got well paid Blew it all at the penny arcade A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll I guess no white chick is gonna

We've talked it to death, cryin' on the telephone. Nights when he drinks at home, she has to whisper throught her tears. "Johnny," she says, "you'd

She's seen the whites of crazy eyes Been in the camps of foreign spies Taken lovers by surprise The captives smile But all the while she is wearing

You're a little on the thin side But that's alright You stood by me baby When I didn't think we'd ever see daylight Rolled out of California

Just a one more kiss he'll have to miss This night with you Now you're guilty of this secret love As I am too You'll get used to telling lies And feeling