Harrison Ford

Why don’t you make it start?

Where did you go?

Why don’t you call the cops?

Wild eyes, you don’t have to be good

She came to me low

Got through my skin

I don’t know anything

So why pretend

What I would like so much

If you’d forget

I have never stopped

Pretty eyes, you don’t have to be good

And the night moves way too slow

How the heart beats I’ll never know

You got it right such a long time ago

I got so high

I got so low