Baby blue eyes still burning bright
like the flickering glow of the pilot light,
the most beautiful dreams that never come true,
castles erased by the tide,
and you`re just along for the ride.
We were chasing the sun out on Highway Number One,
rollin` down to Pescadero for some homemade pie.
Back when makin` music mattered more than packaged rock-and-roll,
back before that far-away look in those baby blue eyes.
(Bridge:)
But the women can`t resist him and the old boys won`t leave him alone.
If you`re lookin` for a good time, this man`s got the art down cold.
He`s got a pocket full of sunshine to light up the darkest dawn.
The party`s just beginning and everybody else has gone home.
When you feel like a slave to this sportin` life,
between pleasure and pain is the finest line.
Bet all you could borrow for some fast-movin` time.
Calling, raising, drawing on a four-card flush
and the dealer is a good friend that you can`t trust.
(Bridge:)
The party`s just beginning and everybody else has gone home.