Cyndi Lauper

An empty street, a quiet smile
Without steady feet
You know the reckless kind
Keep coming, coming back
To the same old place
With that wild eyed stare
Up in your face
Lay me down, let me down
In a big old town
Lay me down, let me down
In a big old town
He must have lost his soul
When he found the rent
He wrestles with control
Still hasn't pinned it yet