Summer in the city where the air is still
A baby being born to the overkill
Who cares what people say
We walk down love's motorway
Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves
And singing hearts and flowers
Somewhere in my heart
There is a star that shines for you
Silver splits the blue
Love will see you through
And somewhere in my heart
There is the will to set you free
All you've got to be is true
A star above the city in the northern chill
A baby being born to the overkill
No say no place to go
A T.V. and a radio
Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves
And singing hearts and flowers
Chorus
But who could heal
What's never been as one
Our hearts have been torn
Since the day we were born
Just like anyone
>From Westwood to Hollywood
The one thing that's understood
Is that you can't buy time
But you can sell your soul
And the closest thing to heaven is to rock and roll
