Ric Ocasek

Well, you're running to the microchips And you're falling on your feet And you're running to the West side And you're trying to be discreet And you're falling for the hip line And you're busting out of here And you're hanging with the sublime And you

Well, you got you when you're coming down Oh, you got you when you want to find it Oh, you got you when you crumble down Oh, you got you when you can't define it You gotta keep on laughing, laughing Laughing in the dark Oh, keep on laughing, laughing

I would do anything To hold on to you Just about anything Until you pull through I'd hold on to you 'Til the stars no longer wink I'd hold on to you 'Til you figure out Just what to think, 'cos You're emotion in motion My magical potion You're emotio