Texty: Pretenders. Dragway 42.

I walk the streets at night, under artificial light
Looking for somewhere to live
I've been on the East Side where a lady can reside
But I'm waiting for you, waiting for you

In the falling rain
Oh, heal me, heal me again

What's the cost of fame? What's in a name?
Maybe, can you vibrate and clarify
So that even lowly I can find the road
That leads to you

In the falling rain
Oh, heal me, heal me again

One more little heartache
One more little heartache
One more little earthquake
Wash me down, wash me down

Ghostly memory come back to me
Fill me and then take me to your grave
I promise to behave
And let me in the whole of you

In the falling rain
Oh heal me, heal me again