Last Rock n' Roll Boy to Dance

I’ve been listening to it rain for days, but now the storm’s giving up it’s fight
High alone at home so long, I’ll take the wind out on the town tonight
And ride my bike around this cried out city
And the street steam

The lonely sound is like the end of a record
Or the start of a bad dream

So if I’m getting a thrill from this jukebox
And the candy-colored jukebox light
And this mystery boy rides home with me
Ring ring goes the bell on my bike

Damn these rules we carved in stone
I wanna bust em into pieces on the dance floor
There shouldn’t be rules in rock N roll
And who are we saving our broken hearts for?

He’s the last rock n roll boy to dance
Ring ring goes the bell on my bike
And he’s got a hand in my pocket
Ring ring goes the bell on my bike

I see clearly he’s a thief
But he can take what he likes
Cuz he’s given me some feeling
That’s worth anything that he could be stealing

Damn these rules we carved in stone
I wanna bust em into pieces on the dance floor
There shouldn’t be rules in rock n roll
And who are we saving our broken hearts for?

Damn these wallflower faces of stone
Dead and blue in the light of their cellular phones
I don’t care if they laugh when we walk out this door
Who are we saving our broken hearts for?