Rick Springfield Souls
It all started here
she was a girl form the midwest
He was a stranger
in a strange land
Same old story
he came for the glory
She came looking for
a young man's hand
But they found bright lights
and endless nights
and men just used her innocent ways
He found it all so pretty
hypnotized by the city
They lost sight of the reason
they lost count of the days
And they were two souls
searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
caught between a hard
hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
rolling the dice looking for a seven
to the tick, tick, ticking of time
gotta beat the clock
Too many nights on the ledge
he acquired a knife-edge
Still the city didn't
acquiesce to his demands
Some nights she cried for pity
in the heart of the city
the city smacked her hands
He met her one endless night
her eyes had a light
there was something familiar
about the smell of her skin
He held her tighter and tighter
as he danced inside her
She knew from the moment
that she let him in
They'd been two souls
searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
caught between a hard
hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
rolling the dice looking for a seven
to the tick, tick, ticking of time
gotta beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
Beat the clock
(instrumental)
Two souls searching for each other
one spirit looking for the other
caught between a hard
hard place and a rock
Two souls searching for heaven
rolling the dice looking for a seven
to the tick, tick, ticking of time
gotta beat the clock
