Excited by the violence it inspires
There's a spark on the wire
Oh Joanne, I'm stuck, oh Joanne, I'm tired
And you say, "Oh man, well, you can't out run it
Shadows jumping like puppets and laughing at you"
But there were times where you were clapping and laughing
You were honest times too
There were times you cried
So I said extend your giving hand, Joanne, and I'll cry with you
But I know, I know that I cannot change it
Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels where you run
But I know, I know that I cannot change it
Shadows stretching and scratching at your heels where you run