Crawling down Victory Boulevard baking
I lost my freon
It just went pouring out on to the street
Like every other liquid part of me
All gone
The only breeze was her lips were moving
All the while
Said she had the blues
Didn’t want to reconcile
And you think you know somebody
You know what’s true
You know black form white
You know the right thing to do
And you look her in the eye
And she’s holding you heart
In the palm of her hand

CHORUS:
Watch your step
I wouldn’t want you to fall
You’ve got to call for help
Or how am I to know
You know I would’ve bet
But the more I learn the less I know
Watch your step
I wouldn’t want you to fall

In the heat of the heart of Van Nuys
She said she just now realized
That she’d been faking
I said ain’t imagination a wonderful thing
I too can play that game
‘Cause I’ve been taken
By little men in my backyard In the middle of the night
They cut me open, pulled it out still beating
It still gives me quite a fright
And you look her in the eye
And she’s holding your heart in the palm of her hand

(CHORUS)

Careful not to stumble
Wouldn’t want to drop the ball
So there’s another summer
Here it is fall

(CHORUS)