There's my girl standing in line.
There's my girl, I spot her even under the stage lights.
She looks up at the band, her eyes as big as the moon.
I hope she will be mine, and I hope she will be soon.
My siren as I go out to sea, bringing my ship down, crashing. I need her to bring me home, to her home below my stage.
She dances to the music I play like she understands every word I can't quite say. She listens as I sing. The song is brand new, yet my girl already knows the words. Of course, she does, this song is about her.
There's my girl but what she doesn't know, I already love her, and with her, I find my home, drowning in her light at the bottom of the black sea.
Damn those beautiful big eyes, haunting as she looks to me, reminding me why I am still alive.
Nobody does the things you do. My siren, the girl with the white, Go-Go boots. My girl. The one I go home to.
My girl, she still stands in line each night. She keeps me awake, all I see is her and white. My girl, she calls me into the sea of the crowd. I dip my nose toward her just to feel the power of her siren sounds. Her lips. Gasoline. No Breaks. Just Speed. Her touch. I'm home. I'm where I want to be. My girl, wearing white dancing, making me a mad fool out of me while I sing to her from the stage and hand her my red tambourine.