Lyrics Grace Jones

Grace Jones

Well Well Well

Get this right, on the road again

Keep on blinking in my eyes

And I think I might go home again

Another own my memories

Almost scattered in the stars

And I think I might go home again.

Well well well, I'm on a tightrope

Well well well, I think I'm falling

Well well well well well well.

Well well well, I'm on a tightrope

Well well well, I think I'm falling

Well well well well well well.

Getting high and staying out late

I've a heart that's big and strong

And I think I might go home again

Now I'm losing time and sleep

And I can't tell right from wrong

And I feel like I'm alone again.

Well well well, I'm on a tightrope

Well well well, I think I'm falling

Well well well well well well.

Well well well, this ain't the first time

Well well well, won't be the last time

Well well well well well well.

Got one hand in the stirring wheel

And the other on my eyes

Trying to make some kind of sense

Throw logic in my life.

Well well well, I'm on a tightrope

Well well well, I think I'm falling

Well well well well well well.

Well well well, this ain't the first time

Well well well, won't be the last time

Well well well well well well.

I'm on a tightrope, I think I'm falling

Coming home, coming home

This ain't the first time, won't be the last time

I'm coming home now.