Golden Earring

Strung out there’s no doubt
You’re black’n’blue from rolling with the punches
Stomach churns, a cigarette burns
This atmosphere is playing havoc with the senses

Closing your eyes you find it hard to relax
You’ve got screen-burn from flash-backs to those things in your past
Drained of emotion you abandon the search
That spring in your step has become more of a lurch

It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from the other side

Out of mind and out of sight
You might find what you’re looking for tonight
Stumble ’round in the dark just hoping for the tiniest spark

It comes to something when you’ve nothing to say
And there’s nobody listening to a word anyway
Can’t hear for the ringing of that blast from your past
Your short fuse is burning and you know it can’t last

It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from above, from above, from above
With radar love from above
From above, from above with radar love

Same bar, same stool
A fool will always find a bigger fool
Golden rule, don’t look above
Whatever happened to my radar love

In the race to the bottom you don’t want to be last
You’re measuring height from the shadow that you cast
You won’t go hungry with that song that you sing
But if you don’t stand for something then you will fall for anything

It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from above, from above, from above
With radar love from above
From above, from above with radar love