Walking into heaven like the brand new Elvis
A ‘suited and booted' clean American made machine
Cold skin, stolen keys, gravel track and bare knees
I'm going where they won't find me
And I can feel them getting closer
Closer
And I can feel them getting closer
Hanging all my prayers up on the power lines
And they're lighting up the city like the National Grid
Hotel Motel ringing like a sleigh bell
I'm going where they won't find me.
Queen and me are waiting for the changing of the guards
And they're rigging all the racquets down on Sunset Boulevard
Cold sweat, jet-set, feeling like a death threat
I'm going where they won't find me
And I can feel them getting closer
Closer
And I can feel them getting closer
And I can feel them getting closer
Closer
And I can feel them getting closer