When I came there, I was dressed in blues…
Watched her dancing, without no shoes.
I couldn't help it, but I was feeling down.
Wanted her to disappear, when I led her down…

She's your angel, she's your altitude,
And I'm a broken Lady, and I act way too, way too rude…

In another life… Oh, what a strange excuse.
I'm left here all alone, well, well, well, well I'm still having fun…
When nothing matters, something changes inside.
My eyes cried a thousand tears, my arms were open wide

'Cause you don't love me, oh how I wanted you.
It's always that extra hand… That will pull you… Will pull you through.