Open Arms (Live at The Summit, Houston, TX, 11/06/81) - Journey

Green light, Seven Eleven You stop in for a pack of cigarettes You don't smoke, don't even want to Hey now, check your change Dressed up like a car crash Your wheels are turnin' but you're upside down You say when he hits you, you don't mind Because when he hurts you, you feel alive Oh dear, is that what it is? Red lights, grey morning You stumble out of a hole in the ground A vampire or a victim It depends on who's around You used to stay in to watch the adverts You could lip synch to the talk shows And if you look, you look through me And when you talk, you talk at me And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing If I could stay, then the night would give you up Stay, and the day would keep its trust Stay, and the night would be enough Faraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satellite television You can go anywhere Miami, New Orleans London, Belfast and Berlin And, if you listen, I can't call And, if you jump, you just might fall And, if you shout, I'll only hear you If I could stay, then the night would give you up Stay, then the day would keep its trust Stay with the demons you drowned Stay with the spirit I found Stay, and the night would be enough Oh-oh-oh, ooh Oh-oh-oh, ooh Oh-oh-oh, ooh Oh-oh-oh, ooh Three o'clock in the morning It's quiet, there's no one around Just the bang and the clatter As an angel runs to ground Just the bang and the clatter As an angel hits the ground