Balconies

There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares Tomorrow we drive two hundred miles To the next balcony Where she will be waiting for me And if the night swallowed me whole And left her all alone I wonder if she'd find her way back home Twelve stories below is where I know I ought to go But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares Well tomorrow we drive two hundred miles To the next balcony where she will be waiting for me And if the night swallowed me whole And left her all alone I wonder if she'd find her way back home Twelve stories below is where I know I want to go But tomorrow there's a show and she'll be there There, there, they can't get us here It's just you and me, and the air Without those stares, without those stares