Sing it without a tune Make it up as I do Under the golden air you move Pa**ing out on the road Away from the squares you know No one is walking home with you You'll take the best of And lose him to old love The footsteps that call out for more He knows how he acted Things you can't compete with His old love can tear up the floor Sing it without a tune Make it up as I do She has golden hair, do you? You will be on your way No one will hear you say That you will be on the air today