First time I looked straight into her eyes
I saw the future, I saw bluer skies
Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Even when I'm lonely I am always surprised all
Of the ways you told me to keep my eye on the prize

You and your photographic memory
You and your photographic memory

I'm a broken man, I'm damaged goods
Lock me in the basement with furnace soot
You came along in your party dress
I climbed a mountain under house arrest

When we were kids, I swear we were power lines
Out on some journey, searching for some better minds

You can't cut it out, no you can't keep it out of line
Looking for the pavement
Looking like we're running out of time
And I am yours and you are mine

Batten down the hatches and man the sails
The war isn't over, it's not even tipped the scales
Run down the tracks like a bat out of hell
Don't muss up your hair because we're destined to fail

When I was young, I thought I was a power line
When I was young, I was searching for some better time