Romance rises to the manner born all those old familiar sights

but in truth they all look so forlorn these same old city lights

and I think again about the times we spent when we couldn't get enough

faded dreams and cherished hopes and I ask who do you love



So put your money where your mouth is or you'll never get it back

put your money where your mouth is - put your wheels on the track



Tina told me Ben got lost on the trail to Katmandu

but who's around to count the cost of what other people do

you share your dreams and you take your shot and then the winner picks a prize

and you leave behind the times forgot and you say well damn their eyes



Promises are made to break and hearts and people to

and ex-idealists deny that they know more than me or you

and I think again about the times we spent when we couldn't get enough

faded dreams and cherished hopes and I ask who do you love



Chours