she don't lie in bed at night
staring at the ceiling
she don't wait to begin

she bets on long shots
she wants what they've got
she skates where the ice thins

and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our noisy hearts

she was her mothers secret
she was daddy's girl
she brought weekend boys home in her curls
she said my love is a fever
come on touch my skin
they all think I'm easy
well I'm easy 'cause I let them win

and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of her noisy heart
(of her heart)

and at worst the heart is sober
and at its worst the heart is free
come say it to my face
I'm holding back again
and I'm already gone, gone

she said pick up the phone
'cause I need to get more alone
your voice drives me crazy

and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our her heart

and on and on
we keep going
crowded like subway cars
on and on
to the beat of our noisy hearts