Why, why so quiet?
Oh my mysterious country singer?
She asked
My life, it's a riot
I'm climbing barricades
In empty streets at night
When I'm down fighting shadows
Twenty five postcards
In a box in my room
Telephone conversations
Gas slowly leaking out
Of a heart shaped balloon
It's a dangerous game
That I'm not sure
If I could keep playing for long
It's a dangerous game
It's a very fine line
And if one step is wrong
I'll have no cards to play
And that's why
I've got nothing to say tonight
I've got nothing to say tonight