Тексты песен «Night Ranger»

(Jack Blades/Brad Gillis) Little sister By the record machine Tiny dancer Such a sweet sixteen She's goin' out She's gonna party tonight She's gonna shake And make it last all night Little brother's Gotta a drivin'...

Little sister by the record machine I'm tired of dancin', said she's sweet 16 She's goin' out she's gonna party tonight She's gonna shake and make it last all night Little brother got a drivin' machine Fast drive, it's...

Promises promises Step inside my head This is the way things are done Around here Wake up wake up Get up out of bed I hear it's been a little crowded in there Do you give a damn I don't think you care All I hear you...

Here I am My heart in a sling Holding on to memories Wondering what might have been There you are Lost in a dream Full of life yet loneliness Has caused you to bleed I know Where there's room enough for two Take a trip...

Living alone in her own little room In her own little world, oh yeah Walking alone down her own little street While the city's asleep, oh yeah Nobody knows her She's a lonely girl in a lonely world At night she sleeps...

Gotta pull me out Of this rut I'm in I've got to see the light Before it gets too dim To face it is the only way To fight and stay ahead Of the games that we play I'm the one that's losin' losin' out I'm the one...

Out of work, I'm out of school Guess, things ain't looking so bright I got holes in the knees of my Levi jeans But the rest of me is dynamite On the radio, the guy says come on It's so hip, hip, hip to be square When...

I hear your voice over the sound of the city I hear you call my name And I hear that now you spend your life feeling pity But who am I to blame I see that some things never change Summer kisses never last through...

Chasing the spotlight It's all part of the game I've been to so many places And they all look the same I rock for my money Some say it's a suicide game I can't find me a thrill I can't find me a thrill I can't find me...

I hear a voice inside my head I don't want to hear it again See your face inside my head I don't want to see it again You say that love is everything We made it that's for sure Yet the key to my undoing Is a knock upon...

Jack Blades/Brad Gillis) Come over late Got your hands on my face Candy, don't you see what you're doing Oh, I lie awake Another night put to waste It's a shame You got me comin' and goin' It's a price I gotta pay To...

(Jack Blades/Brad Gillis) Come over late Got your hands on my face Candy, don't you see what you're doing Oh, I lie awake Another night put to waste It's a shame You got me comin' and goin' It's a price I gotta pay To...

I can't believe That I survived til Friday I grab my coat And make a run for where I Hide and dream and lie all afternoon I call you up Although you work on Sunday I'm not accustomed to a lonely afternoon Inside my...

Looking down the road where I've been Can anything last forever Still I take my chances Looking for the answers I need somebody oh I think I'm falling for love And the morning here it comes And I'm lying next to you...

Ooh, it's been a long time, girl Time has been a friend to you Have you had it with your seesaw world Yeah, I've had it with the same world, too. Ain't no friend of mine.....oh, no Here we are alone again Down at...

It ain't the way you move It ain't the way that you move me Oh no It ain't the way you shake It ain't the way that you shake me Oh no I've lived twenty-five years I'm a Kid on the run I've got a pistol for action...

It ain't the way you move It ain't the way that you move me, oh no It ain't the way you shake It ain't the way that you shake me, oh no I lived 25 years, I'm a kid on the run I've got a pistol for action Don't tell me...

He wears his trousers real tight And his skin is so white He lives beyond his means He wear Italian shoes That are used to good news They walk behind the scenes He live a tenderloin life The street's his type In the...

He wears his trousers real tight And his skin is so white He lives beyond his means He wear Italian shoes That are used to good news They walk behind the scenes He live a tenderloin life The street's his type In the...

Faces Pictures on the wall Do you sleep at all When you sleep Faces Burning in your mind Faces She's trapped inside her own world And I'm trying to get in And she doesn't know what's gin' on Or where she might...