The blonde in the bleachers
She flips her hair for you above the loudspeakers
You start to fall, she follows you home but you miss living alone
You can still hear sweet mysteries calling you

The bands and the roadies lovin' 'em and leavin' 'em
It's pleasure to try 'em, it's trouble to keep 'em

'Cause it seems like you've gotta give up
Such a piece of your soul when you give up the chase
Feeling it hot and cold you're in rock n' roll
It's the nature of the race

It's the unknown child so sweet and wild
It's youth it's too good to waste

She tapes her regrets to the microphone stand
She says, "You can't hold the hand
Of a rock n' roll man very long
Or count on your plans with a rock n' roll man very long

Compete with the fans
For your rock n' roll man for very long
The girls and the bands
And the rock n' roll man"