I go down in firelight No, no, no Shitty cops on my doorstep What troubles me is back again The saddest girl I ever met Looking through Chicago's gems And it's the weight of the world Spreading awfully awful ideas And it's the way that I walk They got deer, they got booze, they got bridges And it's the money I spend And I don't feel like talking about it And it's the look in your eyes Girl, I want to see you wearing dresses I go down in a firefight No, no, no Oh my lord, you got me there Big brown eyes and dark brown hair Oh, Amanda girl where were you then? Off in Spain with streets of sand And it's the way that I walk Spreading awfully awful ideas And it's the weight of the world They got deer, they got cars, they got airplanes And it's the money I spend And god damn, I don't want to talk about that And it's the look in your eyes Girl, I want to see you wearing dresses