You don't know what it's like It hits me walking down the street Only sadness on these airwaves On Mondays or five days a week (All week) It's so much cooler to be a fan Not to be a drag to everyone I'm about to quit the idea of getting something special done And cope with it somehow Trying to tame myself now With a special kind of wine On my boulevard I don't need to keep my guard On my boulevard Ohh my backyard Home is where the heart is Try to keep it in the dark My safe place is wide open If I don't keep keeping it in the dark Get lost in a dream Please never come back Try too hard to keep it within my arms Take a moment to keep it in the dark