Back in the golden year
Soaking in ballroom tears
Where al the dresses once
Had swayed
Like when the private eye
Was killed by the robber's wife
Just when you thought he
Had 'em made
Out in the line of fire
Sinking in the mire
Or laying in wait behind
Closed doors
All clues that lead nowhere
I would not try to compare
No, none of my pain to yours
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Saying' nothing
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Gagged and bound
Something our oldest friends
Could tell us
But now our friends are not around
The heat is on
I saw the heralds come
Sing out the starting guns
All the women standing on broken heels
Cadillacs of white
Came out of the sky
No one behind the driving wheels
Arc'd in a perfect row
Windshields all aglow
Slowly driving the clouds apart
There in the light of day
I watched 'em drive away
With an aching in my heart
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Saying' nothing
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Gagged and bound
Something our oldest friends
Could tell us
But now our friends are not around
The heat is on
Something strange about
The color of the air
The way the sun shines
In a nightmare
Up at the heavens gate
Standing in your way
The things you want surrounded
By all the things you hate
Pine and wish for when
The past comes back again
But you don't really know
How it was back then
I know you like to think
This world was made for you
But any fool could see
That never was true
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Saying' nothing
Oh maybe we'd be better off
Gagged and bound
Something our oldest friends
Could tell us
But now our friends are not around
The heat is on