Mike The Intern

And I want to sleep with you in the desert night

There’s talk on the street, it sounds so familiar

Who won round one of March Bandness?!?!?!?!?

I don’t need him nosin’ around, I’m all sixes and sevens and nines.

Any way the wind blows, could make me feel bitter.

Hey, girl, stop what you’re doin’, you make me happy with the things you do

‘Cause when the lovin’ starts and the lights go down, is that the way it should start?

Who will win the first round of March Bandness?

I’m on the highway to hell, I’m in the high-fidelity first class travelling set.

You say you want a revolution

We were talking about the space between us all

I read each word that you’ve sent to me

Woke this morning found my hands were frozen

I held the book so tightly in my hands

I can feel it coming in the air tonight

When the bright lights have faded to blue

Just another lonely boy in town

Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy

City girls just seem to find out early

She got the moon in her eye

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A symptom of life

Their faces closed tight

Living on a lighted stage

Don’t put him down as arrogant

Well, we got no choice

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

I met her in a club down in old Soho

It’s getting to the point where I’m no fun anymore

The future was wide open

Ain’t nothin’ like it, it’s a shining machine  

We’re gettin’ funny in the back of my car

She saw the look in his eyes

I heard the news baby

I live my life like there’s no tomorrow

Opened my eyes to a new kind of way

Just when you said we’d try

Yesterday was a good day  

So now I come to you with open arms

Livin’ just to find emotion

It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about

I know when to go out

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Look at that sky, life’s begun

Ground Control to Major Tom

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand

Wonder how they have the power to shine

All I want to be…