Take care; She will fall on you like weather. You don't hear a thing but the beating of wings And the lights go out. Ooh And there you are Standing in the doorway With a cigarette. You say, "Hey rock n' roll, Did you really have to sell your soul Or were you just playing the fool? That shame is mine; you know I've done it too. 19's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at 22." She will come To any whispered invitation. Try to send her away; She did not come here to play, She ain't leaving empty-handed. There we are; Here we are. You say time isn't mine To save or to waste But I might stick around 'Til the season changes shoes. And the fortunate ones will always get to choose; 19's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at 22. Ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh Take care; She will fall on you like weather. You don't hear a thing but the beating of wings And the lights go out. Ooh And there you are.