Riot On an Empty Street

"Why, why so quiet?

Oh, my mysterious country singer?" she asks

My life, it's a riot

I am climbin' barricades

In empty streets at night

When I'm down

Fighting shadows

Twenty-five postcards

In a box in my room

Telephone conversations

Gas slowly leaking out

Of a heart-shaped ballloon

It's a dangerous game

That I'm not sure if I

Could keep playing for long

It's a dangerous game

It's a very fine line

And if one step is wrong

I'll have no cards to play

And that's why

I've got nothing to say tonight

I've got nothing to say tonight