Lyrics

I caught a glimpse of you on Sunday Riding in a big black limousine I tried to call you Monday But they said you had gone to New Orleans You’re a legend in the pool halls You rack them up and hit the pocket Girls keep giving you their number You got the touch and never lost it You’re a wing walker Living on the edge of a knife You’re a smooth talker Doing what you need to survive You’re a dream stalker And I can’t get you out of my mind I was playing at O’Malley’s I noticed when you walked in the door You took a table down in front And said I was your favorite troubadour My heart started pounding Like a school girl’s at a dance You had your arm around a redhead But I thought I had a chance You’re a wing walker Living on the edge of a knife You’re a smooth talker Doing what you need to survive You’re a dream stalker And I can’t get you out of my mind I’ve got visions of your loving Filling my imagination I can’t stop myself from falling Cause that train has left the station You’re a wing walker Living on the edge of a knife You’re a smooth talker Doing what you need to survive You’re a dream stalker
And I can’t get you out of my mind