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 So there you are Standing in the doorway with a cigarette You say "Hey rock and 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 Nineteen's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at twenty-two" 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 And 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 The fortunate ones will always get to choose Nineteen's fire in the lighthouse is burnout at twenty-two"