There She Goes

There she goes
She's walking down the boulevard
Paying absolutely no regard
To the people that she passes
Through those red-rimmed glasses
And she goes
Driving down the interstate
She's got to feeling quite irate
About her present situation
And the lack of her salvation
What can I say
To pacify your feeling gray
It probably wouldn't matter anyway
I'm just an accidental charlatan
In your world of fame and fortune
Ba ba ba
What can you say
We go and grab a bite to eat
I know a place on Mersey Street
Where the lights are hanging low
And the atmosphere's got soul
So let's go
We'll maybe catch a movie too
It'd just be me and you
We could sit in the back row
Wait until all the people go
And then we'll make out
Until the next morning comes
I promise I won't tell anyone
Except the little boy inside me
Who's been crying ever since you tied me
To your whim
Ba ba ba
There she goes
She's lighting up her cigarette
I think she's playing hard to get
Because everytime I see her
She hands me a pen and paper
And she says
"Draw me as a movie star
Make me look like Joan of Arc
A hero and a villain
Then I'll pretend that you're Bob Dylan
And we'll go home
And make love in the candlelight
Pretending everything's alright
Until I have the heart to tell you
That the picture that you just drew
Wasn't me"
Ba ba ba
I love to see her smile
As she looks into the camera
She speaks and I just stutter I...I...I
I'd like to get to know you
But I'm afraid to show
You my sins
So maybe we'd be better off
If we tried a different kind of love
Where we keep our independence
Love each other from a distance
It could be so good
You know we'd even keep the mystery
If you couldn't see inside of me
What a perfect situation
Space is our inebriation
Ba ba ba