Second Line (An Afterthought) Lyrics

My heart ran away

This last Saturday

Looking for you

To ravage shaded garlands

In a forlorn desert highland

With the love that I knew

Prayed to God

That I didn't fit the crew

And late at night

That sound sweeps me up

And it's so old-fashioned

My head's still crashing

From the last bout

A real Rita Hayworth behind the glass

So wrong

How can you fall head over heels

For a song

All the same

Ya gotta ride out the storm

Till the end of the game

But even then

Late at night

That sound sweeps me up

And it's so old-fashioned

My head's still crashing

From the last bout

A real Rita Hayworth behind the glass

How did it all go by so fast