Yes, I know I go to extremes and it’s never gunna be the same. When I go numb, it’s not because i’m a bad guy even by perceived reputation or that this heart of glass turns to a heart of stone that’s left shattered in the wake of this stupid love, this crazy love, and mi vida loca. It’s that all the chaos where we belong just makes me drive you home.

Each time I runaway to the river, I just need one more light, to fly away, amongst the star people and a space oddity, just become a rocketman, setting fire to the rain, being high flying, adored, take that magic carpet ride, over the rainbow connection, into heaven.

When I wake up, I rise and I think we’re alone now. I realize what a man I am, that if you were in my movie, those scenes from an Italian restaurant would be invisible. If you could read my mind, give us one more try, or stand by me, straight up as I miss you much.

How will I know if you, say a little prayer for me, if it’s true blue, if you love me like you do? I could stop, ask why, or say goodbye.