The band was playing in a parking lot, at the back of the
We had run down through the jiving and the rock and roll songs but
our hearts were crying out for more
`Cause when the last dance comes and you're on the floor
And your hands are on your girl's back and you head for the door
Then you've got to have some place to go.
Dancing is empty, when its got no heart, when you've no home to go
to for the kissing to start, when you're on the road with no hat to
hang. When you haven't got a backseat you can park at the Point,
where the lovers get to meet with a bang!
The band was playing in a parking lot, and the rain it started falling
We were soaking ‘neath the awning, huddled close from the night
and our hearts were crying out for more
`Cause when the heaven’s opened and you're drenched in a storm
And your sheltering your girl because you know that’s good form
Then you've got to have some place to get warm.
Dancing is empty, when you've aching and apart, when you know the
girl you're holding is just breaking her heart, when we've got to
set your feet on the road, when your shoe leather is worn thin as
a lily-pads skin which is wiltin' neath the weight of a toad!