House Behind The Sun Lyrics

Roger Chapman House Behind The Sun

Young wolves getting rowdy, all busy out there howling
Under a normal sunny moon
Outside the sky is blazing
Inside a hunger ranges
All in all a nothing afternoon
Is there a place that you can run to?
Maybe a heart that waits for you
And if you can pick up the pieces
Then I'd appreciate your picking me up too

And we'll go driving down a one-way street
With the sound and vision on
Yeh sucking sweet ambrosia babe
In a house behind the sun
In a beat up Ford and the flashing heat
With a one-way ticket to run
Yeh sucking sweet ambrosia babe
In a House behind the sun – oh behind the sun
So cool and feeling good, tall-tales of Hollywood
Juke-box-junkies – never get enough
Young wolves out there cruising
On the street jungle juicing
Roving eye it must be in the blood
Is there a place that you remember?
A heart out there you've never used, no?
And if you can pick up the pieces
Then I'd appreciate your picking me up too

And we'll go driving down a one-way street
With the sound and vision on
Yeh sucking sweet ambrosia babe
In a house behind the sun
In a beat up Ford and the flashing heat
With a one-way ticket to run
Yeh sucking sweet ambrosia babe
In a House behind the sun – oh behind the sun