Short tables - no slop eight ball
line of crank off his gold top Les Paul
Woke you up. Set you right.
Kept you talkin' to the middle
of the next night
He had the stance. Major attitude.
Vibrato you could o' thrown a cat through
A little much
A little heavy
I guess the world just wasn't ready
Just a ghost from back a long time ago,
Blue-eyed shadow
You never mention anymore
Nothin' ventured
Nothin' saved
You poured it out like bourbon on a fresh grave
And learned your lesson well
And learned your lesson well
(chorus)
No Helmet or a care in the world.
Bein' such a bad little girl
Your face buried in the back of his shirt
Shut your eyes and you'll never get hurt
On the Valley road
Black wall
Looking through the front door
Mirror ball in the middle of the dance floor
And in the dream
It's still the same
But in the daylight none of that remains
Waking up to the cold hard facts
Seems like everybody's livin' in the third act
That's how it happens
It's kinda weird
The whole scene just disappeared
We learned our lesson well
We learned our lesson well
He missed a curve on a hard tail sled, nothin' broken
'Cept for his head.
You know it's kinda fittin' somehow
Hard to picture what
He'd look like now
You learned your lesson well
You learned your lesson well
(chorus)
No Helmet or a care in the world
Bein' such a bad little girl
Your face buried in the back of his shirt
Shut your eyes and you'll never get hurt
Flying in the Papago Wind
Half way to Gila Bend
No Helmet or a care in the world
Bein' such a bad little girl
On the Valley road
