Cold Feet

Tired of living in the black and white Where fools can tell you that you're never right I know a place where the film's in color Just step inside of yourself Here's a place in the front row So on with the show The same old shadow on the run Hey that's no shadow, it's your shadow's son I know a place where the pools got water And you don't need to know how to swim Here's the key to the back door Do you want more Do you need more Same old rhythm to the same old rhyme The same old clock, same old time There's a place where the grass is greener And you could shake, rattle and roll Here's the key to the front door Do you want more Will you need more Tired of living in the black and white Where no one's wrong and you're never right Same old steps to the same old dance Just one more reason, one more chance Oh