No one twisting his arm   Okay, 1,2,3 now      Well, I should have spent tonight out finding some good ledge   It's time to look at long shots, the cheap end of the wedge   You used to hear our fights half a block away   I'm wondering now which ones I could have lost to make her stay      Well, I call a friend of mine and say I haven't heard a thing   The world has made you tired, wound down the driving spring   He says you're still a child and I hope you never change   But I can't jump at every chance that's moving out of range      Second hand slow now   I don't know how   Hours got right of way   On the verge of a perfect day      The slate I got clean won't stay clean long   And the love I got over won't stay gone   But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on      Well, run the blacktop circuit, find the ethnic buys   Who is going to love this place when the trade route dies   Gassed to make the coast homes, roll the windows tight   Young men it's not your concern where money spends the night      I...      New top guns I say glad to shake your hand   Lots don't get so lucky and luck is what will stand   Find you've got no grip on anything that lasts   And all you party boys had best get serious and fast      Hearts at each side go   High now then low   What will make the race?   Maybe leaving without a trace      The slate I got clean won't stay clean long   And the love I got over won't stay gone   But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on      The slate I got clean won't stay clean long   And the love I got over won't stay gone   But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on