The neon light is outside
Points to the past
A burning desire
Destined to last
And the flesh meets the spirit world, traffic is thin
And poor Baby Grace, her death was so grim
Why would they keep me out of the sun
I invited them all but there came only one
Every day another falls
There's no - nowhere to run
And any day the creeper calls
My name - I won't respond
The neon light is outside
Points to the future
A burning desire
Destined to last
And the flesh meets the spirit world, traffic is thin
And poor Baby Grace, her death was so grim
Every day another falls
There's no - nowhere to run
And any day the creeper calls
My name - I won't respond
Any day
Any day