(M. Crenshaw, D. Dixon) 

    

  She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence 

that would give her game away 

but everything was as clear as day 

I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did 

and I could feel her restless mind 

calling out for love at crying time 

All those days that seemed like years 

the silence roaring in our ears 

then at night a ticking sound 

the timebomb of the life we'd found 

I watched her leave, my heart in flames 

fanned by all her other lovers' names 

and I could feel my restless mind 

calling out for love at crying time 

Whisky, wine and cheap perfume; all those crowded bars 

and hotel rooms 

Exotic rhythms to embrace 

but everywhere is a lonely place 

so down and down and down I go 

but where I'm going, well I sure don't know 

But I can feel my restless mind 

calling out for love at crying time