Lyrics

In '74 we were waiting for more and the world to begin
The future was Bleecker and Bowery was meeker until you came in
Like a general in tattered jeans on a tank rollin' outta Queens
You knew what it means

To be standing alone searching for home a face in the crowd
You wanted more 1-2-3-4! ever faster and loud
Everyone on the bus gabba hey one of us!
To follow you I'm proud
In the crush of the moment

Seven feet high barely 185 and a heart five boroughs wide
We made a bet on your punk rock Ronettes every day it multiplied

And though you never had the hits I found beauty in a pit at the Ritz
Where everybody fits

Into standing alone searching for home a face in the crowd
You wanted more 1-2-3-4! ever faster and loud
Everyone on the bus gabba hey one of us!
To follow you I'm proud
In the crush of the moment

Leavin' Home on a Rocket to Russia in a two minute blast of joy
Lobotomy backbeat Durango no retreat the weapons you deploy
You gave a love we were all worthy of, the hippies had nothin' on you
Strippin' it down to that jackhammer sound pounding pure and true

Out of dust and disease we try to believe in a life that's so unreal
There's a star in the sky wearing leather tonight
Shining on my heart to heal

So Johnny never made the score out on that fifth reunion tour
But you gave us so much more

We were standing alone searching for home a face in the crowd
You wanted more 1-2-3-4! ever faster and loud
Everyone on the bus gabba hey one of us!
To follow you I'm proud
In the crush of the moment


Copyright Control 2001 Eric Harrison/EHP Records