Last Rock N' Roll Boy to Dance - Amy LaVere

I’ve been listening to it rain for days

But now the storm’s given up its fight

High alone with home so long

I’ll take the wind out on the town tonight

And ride my bike around this cried-up city

And the streets stain

The lonely sound is like the end of a record

That started with bad dreams

So if I’m getting a thrill from this jukebox

And the candy colored jukebox lights

And this mystery boy rides home with me

Ring ring goes the bell on my bike

Damn these rules we carved in stone

I wanna bust them into pieces on the dance floor

There shouldn’t be rules in rock and roll

And who are we saving our broken hearts for?

He’s the last rock 'n' roll boy to dance

Ring ring goes the bell on my bike

And he’s got a hand in my pocket

Ring ring goes the bell on my bike

I see clearly he’s a thief

But he can take what he likes

Cause he’s givin' me some feeling

It’s worth anything that he could be stealing

Damn these rules we carved in stone

I wanna bust them into pieces on the dance floor

There shouldn’t be rules in rock and roll

And who are we saving our broken hearts for?

Damn these wallflower faces of stone

They turn blue in the lights of their cellular phones

I don’t care if they laugh when we walk out this door

Who are we saving our broken hearts for?