Lyrics:

written by John David Souther

� WB Music Corp and Golden Spread Music



You think the love you never had might save you

But true love takes a little time

You can touch it with your fingers

And try to believe your eyes

Is it love or lies



So you're keeping your distance

A little bit of room around you

But if he doesn't return your call on time

Oh my my

You just act like a fool on a holiday

There's nothing that you wouldn't try

You must be a prisoner in disguise



Well this night life is my life

But there's no one else in it

And sometimes those lonesome breezes blow

But it's no show so you might as well go

If you think you could win it

Without losing and letting it show



The city is no place to hide in

Everybody knows your number

And you know that you could never be alone if you tried

You just run like a man with no reason to run

And no place to ever arrive



You must be a prisoner

Look just like a prisoner

Well you must be a prisoner in disguise