she don't lie in bed at night
staring at the ceiling
she don't wait to begin
she bets on long shots
she wants what they've got
she skates where the ice thins
and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our noisy hearts
she was her mothers secret
she was daddy's girl
she brought weekend boys home in her curls
she said my love is a fever
come on touch my skin
they all think I'm easy
well I'm easy 'cause I let them win
and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of her noisy heart
(of her heart)
and at worst the heart is sober
and at its worst the heart is free
come say it to my face
I'm holding back again
and I'm already gone, gone
she said pick up the phone
'cause I need to get more alone
your voice drives me crazy
and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our her heart
and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our noisy hearts