Whats got you going, you've loaded your gun
Revolving door threw you into everyone
(Traffic jam on the avenue)
Look down, transistors at your feet
To be in so many pieces it sings awfully sweet
(Music on the avenue)
Hey man, your coming down too fast
You have to give up something if they're filling up your glass
(Night after night)
(Flight after flight)
(The music's unreal)
(With Christ at the wheel)
Hey man, your garden is your bed
Have you heard a single word, what's rolling in your head
(Night after night)
(Flight after flight)
(The music's unreal)
(With Christ at the wheel)