Don Henley - Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed Lyrics
I met a frenchman in a field last nightHe was out there with an easel,Painting carnival lightHe said, I used to paint the princess;I used to paint the frogsNow I paint mustaches on dangerous dogsHe said, sometimes its a country;Sometimes its a girlYou, everybody got to have a purposeIn this worldYou yankees are so silly about matters ofThe heartDont you know that women are the onlyWorks of artYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure gonna hit somethinBut thats the way it goesSome guys were born to rimbaudSome guys breathe baudelaireSome guys just got to go and putTheir rockets everywhereYou can breed em by the thousands;You can trick and you can trainJust look at all those poor dogs that areDragged down bu the seineHow many arrows must I shoot into theBlue?Ah, you little maniac, Im crazy over youBefore the dearth of lovers andThe punishment of prideLets go scrape out on the terrazzoIts just to hot outsideYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure drivin with your eyes closedYoure gonna hit somethinBut thats the way it goesTalk talk, talk and talkTalk talk, sweet talkTalk talk, tough talkTalk talk, dirty talkTalk talk, walk and talkTalk talk, big talkKiss kiss, kissTalk talk, talk and talkTalk talk, smooth talkTalk talk, body talkTalk talk, back talkTalk talk, small talkTalk talk, baby talkTalk talk, peace talkTalk talk, bullshit
