The blonde in the bleachers
  she flips her hair for you
  above the loudspeakers
  you starts to fall
  she follows you home
  but you miss living alone
  you can still hear sweet mysteries
  calling you
  the bands and the roadies
  lovin’ ‘em and leavin’ ‘em
  it’s pleasure to try ‘em
  it’s trouble to keep ‘em
  ‘cause it seems like you’ve gotta give up
  such a piece of your soul
  when you give up the chase
  feeling it hot and cold
  you’re in Rock’n’Roll
  it’s the nature of the race
  it’s the unknown child
  so sweet and wild
  it’s youth
  it’s too good to waste
  
  she tapes her regrets
  to the microphone stand
  she says “you can’t hold the hand
  of a Rock’n’Roll man
  very long
  or count on your plans
  with a Rock’n’Roll man
  very long
  compete with the fans
  for your Rock’n’Roll man
  for very long
  the girls and the bands
  and the Rock’n’Roll man”