Here I go again
Heart aches take it slow
You ain't got far to go
And if you travel smooth
Life be a pleasure cruise
Heart aches take it slow
You ain't got far to go
And if you travel smooth
Life be a pleasure cruise
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Smile!
So this is your profession?
More like my obsession.
- Does it pay the rent? - Someday it will.
Right now, though, I'm waiting tables at Jerry's Deli.
Sure, I know the place.
Home of the famous cement Danish.
Yeah, that's the one.
- Yeah. - Hey!
Don't look. It's not done.
- This doesn't look like me. - It's the real you.
You've captured my innermost soul.
- Ohh! - Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
- Shit! - Are you okay? Aww!
We should go on one of those.
Tomorrow?
- You know, there's a guy who makes these. - One guy?
He must be exhausted.
Yes, he is, but still, he gets up in the morning...
and he kisses his wife, and he goes to his drink umbrella factory...
where he rips off 10 billion of these a year.
This guy's a millionaire.
- How about the guy who makes these? - How about that guy?
Not to mention the guy who makes these.
And those little wrappers are made by another guy.
What about these plastic things at the end of these laces?
Mmm. It's probably got one of those weird names too...
like a flugelbinder. "
Flugelbinder, right.
We sit here, and we're surrounded by millionaires.
You wrack your brains day and night...
to try to come up with a moneymaking scheme...
and some guy corners the flugelbinder market.
Aw. Poor baby. He's frustrated.
You get a bar job to keep your days free for your real gig.
After work, you're so charged up, you have a few drinks. You know, hey, it's party time.
Days get shorter and shorter. Nights, longer and longer.
Before you know it, your life is just one long night...
with a few comatose daylight hours.
Oh, God. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself, Flanagan.
Hey, your flugelbinder is out there waiting to be discovered.
Waiting.
- Do you think so? - I do.
No. Stay.
Stay there.
Uh-oh.
Oh.
Ta-da!
You know I'm a man
I don't like to brag
But it's been
Growin' into a feelin'
It's been a drag
I know that I can
Run for the shelter of your love
- I wish we could stay here forever. - Mmm.
I'd build a little hut over there on the beach.
I'd fish and pick coconuts.
No, I'd do the fishing and coconut picking.
- No. - Yes.
No, you would make thatched skirts to sell to the tourists.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Thatch one, purl two?
Yeah. And we'd never go home.
Our kids would look really great in dreadlocks too.
Kids?
How are you making out with that little blond chippie?
How come I've always got the chippies, and you're always with the princess?
That's a question only you can answer.
This man's phenomenal. Put him in a room full of women...
and he goes for the poorest and the dumbest every single time.
The man's astounding.
His wife parades half naked on the beach...
and he thinks she's just there for the sun.
My wife does not need other men.
You know what they say about sexual vanity in men over 40?
- It's the first sign of senility. - Please try to keep your envy in check.
Ooh, envy.
He's my protégé.
I taught him all I know.
Together with a token, it might get me on a subway.
You can only take a guy so far.
Then it's a question of biology. Biology is destiny.
Ah, the old fool-osopher.
You see, there are two kinds of people in this world:
the workers and the hustlers.
The hustlers never work and the workers never hustle.
And you, my friend, are a worker.
God knows I've tried to beat that instinct out of him...
but it's there ingrained in your immigrant blood.
Look how tasty your cocktails are. Look how clean you keep your bar.
Why, man, you actually take pride in your work.
I do not.
Is he or isn't he a great bartender?
- Oh, the best. - See, they love you.
Listen, Bozo, If you think I'm stuck in this gig...
Face it, you're a career proletarian.
You've been standing in a puddle so long, you've got webbed feet.
just because he get's lucky with a rich chick...
Lucky, he says. Why, you couldn't do it.
I've known this man for three years, and believe me, he's not a closer.
This place is crawling with moneyed females.
Case in point: rich and ripe and out of your league.
- Out of my league? - Mm-hmm.
Well, she just happened to be here checking me out the other night.
Maybe she had 15 minutes to kill.
You know what it'd take to make a score on a smart woman like that?
You'd have to get over on her, her managers, her lawyers...
her trustees, her maid, and her tennis coach.
I've been training for this my whole life.
Well, 50 bucks...
says you don't even make it over the bar.
Gentlemen, that's a bet.
You guys are in on this. Be cool.
Mademoiselle.
Vodka on the rocks with a squeeze of lime.
Oh, no, no. This is the tropics.
At least try a Jus D'Amour.
Pardon me.
A Jus D'Amour. It means juice of love. "
It's made with fresh fruit right off the vine.
And trust me when I tell you that it is nothing short...
of spectacular.
Excuse me. Do I have fuck me" written on my forehead?
I can't see a thing without my contacts.
You're just full of confidence, aren't you?
Yeah. Kinda makes you curious, don't it?
Mighty Casey has struck out.
Now, don't. The game's not over yet.
Wouldn't be any fun if they fell over with their legs in the air, now, would it?
Bartender.
Excuse me.
Oh, you are bad.
Run for the shelter of your love
Hey, Dulcy.
Where's, uh, Jordan?
She left on a flight back to New York late last night.
What'd you do to her anyway?
Brian, are you there?
It's Bonnie. Brian?
Come in.
Hi.
You found my secret hiding place.
The guys at the bar told me.
I've been thinking about you all day.
Yeah?
A plane ride home will cure that.
What I got, there ain't no cure for.
You can't send me away like this.
I don't know what'll happen to me if you do.
My business will go to hell.
I'll start writing bad cheques.
We can't have that now, can we?
No.
You don't really want me to go away, do you?
These drinks are going to be very tasty.
- Into the market now, are we? - Mm-hmm.
What's my greatest talent? Reading between the lines.
And that's what the market's all about.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
I must admit...
I never thought I'd see you set up like this.
Well, don't you worry. I won't forget my close friends.
Kerry's old man has just backed me in the most luxurious joint Manhattan's ever seen.
We open in a couple of weeks.
You come back to New York with us, and I'll make you head bartender.
Well, that sounds very nice, but I've got plans of my own.
Like what?
Bonnie's hooking me up with her business.
I'll be heading back to New York with her.
Kept man, eh?
You think you made a breakthrough cutting that little blond loose.
Meanwhile, your conscience is killing you.
If she hadn't left, you'd be back there begging.
- You think so, eh? - Uh-huh, and a bottle of Louis Treize says...
you'll be working for me by St Patrick's Day.
A $500 bottle of brandy.
I'll have to take that bet.
Wake up! On your feet! Come on! Whew!
One, two, three, four! Work those hips!
Come on, girls. Work those hips, yeah!
Feel it burn, yeah! That fat's burnin'!
Morning, babe.
Listen, can you get me some carrot juice from the fridge?
Get some for yourself too. It's addictive.
- Pick it up! Whoo! One, two! - Every fucking morning.
Yeah. Well, just tell him not to make a move until he's seen our line, that's all.
And send Harvey down to Dallas right away.
Yeah, uh-huh. Good, Tony.
Great. You are beautiful.
Yeah. Okay, I'll be in the office in 15.
Ciao, Tony.
Tony? Tony Scaduto, the sales manager?
- Yep. - I thought he was in Mexico.
- Just got back Friday. - Then I can go in and see him?
We'll let it wait just a smidgen longer.
Remember, you're picking me up at 7:00 tonight.
Why don't you wear the grey pinstripe we bought you last week?
Okay.
Did you tell him about my marketing ideas?
Honey, I don't want them to think I'm shoving my boyfriend down their throat.
What difference does it make? You're the boss.
These guys are top salesmen, babe.
I can't treat them like office boys.
Listen to me.
Look, you could wait six months...
you'd still be the youngest sales manager in the business.
Trust me, baby.
Hey, come on! Get that heap out of the way!
- How am I gonna get out of here? - Hey, cool down, buddy.
Ah, you limo drivers are all alike.
You stand around with your finger up your ass. Come on, move!
Come on, give us a break. Don't have a heart attack.
- Art. - Hi.
Hello.
It's so good to see you. Hello, darling.
God, it's been ages.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You look fabulous in that coat. - Thanks.
That color is gorgeous on you.
Darling?
Take my coat, will you?
Yeah, I like that piece there.
- Bonnie, let's get out of here. - Darling, I think you've had enough to drink.
- Brian. - Bonnie. What, are we playing musical highballs here?
- Come on, heel, boy, heel. - Come again?
Haven't got this one party-broken yet, have you, Bonnie?
Brian, this is Robert Powell. He's the sculptor.
Oh!
Oh, how do you do? Interesting work.
- Thank you. - Interesting. It's, uh, very urban in orientation.
Robert, tell me, how...
did you get the cockroach to stand still long...
You're drunk.
You're ugly.
Brian!
Could you hold this, please?
No, I'm okay. Robert...
Ohhhhhhh!
- Brian, how could you do this? - Have a nice day.
- Come on. The suspense is killing me. - Well, at least you could apologize.
Apologize? Yes.
Brian, we have to talk about this seriously.
Talk is overrated as a means of resolving disputes.
I moved my stuff out of your place this afternoon.
Left a can of Spam in the refrigerator.
- I hope the brewer's yeast doesn't take it personally. - Bastard!
Oh, shit!
Oh, God, Brian, I'm sorry.
I'm sor... Brian, listen, baby.
- I've got some interviews set up for tomorrow... - Forget it!
I am not a salesman.
I tried to sell out to you, but I couldn't close the deal.
Please.
I don't want to end it this way.
jesus, everything ends badly, otherwise it wouldn't end.
Believe me, Bonnie, you are going to wake up in the morning...
with a sigh of relief because I'm not there.
Rave on It's a crazy feelin'
And I know it's got me reelin'
And I'm so glad that you're revealin' your love to me
- Waitress? - I'll be there in a second.
Excuse me. Could you tell me what the specials are, please?
What are you doing here?
Bet you thought you'd never see me again.
Hoped" is a better word.
- Excuse me, waitress? - I'll be there in a minute.
Miss, we have theatre tickets.
Look, uh, you obviously are not here to eat, so I'd appreciate it if you'd leave.
- Miss? - Waitress?
- I'll be there in a minute. - I'm not leaving.
Your sexy little smile's not gonna work this time.
- I'm not leaving. That's it. - You're not leaving?
Not until you let me apologize.
- Did you say you'd like to see the specials, sir? - I'd like to see the specials.
- Excuse me. - Look, we've been waiting...
Today's specials are meat loaf mozzarella...
chicken a la king.
May I suggest some ketchup for your fries?
Ah, fuck.
Shit.
I'd think twice about ordering the specials if I were you, huh?
Spare change for my dry cleaning?
Sorry. Payday's Friday.
You wouldn't treat a stray dog like this, would you?
A stray dog can be loyal.
All right, I'm a rat. There's no hope for me.
But even I have a right to defend myself, at least to explain.
Taxi!
Come on in.
Is this our waterfall?
No.
It's terrific.
Yeah, it's all right.
The name's Mooney, not Monet.
So, uh, why did you humiliate me like that in Jamaica?
How did I humiliate you?
Brian, I was there. I saw you go off with that woman.
You're such an asshole.
It's not as bad as it seems.
See, Doug landed a rich chick.
- And that night he bet me that I couldn't do the same. - A rich chick.
- So, you'd go with a woman just because she had money. - No, it's not the money.
He bet me that I wasn't good enough to hustle her.
Hustle her?
And I was worth so little to you that you could just take some stupid juvenile bet?
No. You see, a guy lays down a dare, you gotta take it.
Brian, how do you think I felt seeing you go off with some woman...
after the time that we spent together?
just hold on a second. You were pushing me down there.
You were coming on too strong, too fast.
Oh, I was pushing you?
Well, you know, you happened to be there too.
I- I thought that we had something going. I didn't play any games with you.
I know.
I'm sorry. I...
I guess I just got spooked.
But now I know I can handle it.
Oh, you can handle it, huh?
- So what if you got spooked again? - I won't.
- I'll bet I can spook you. - No way.
I'm pregnant.
I'm spooked.
It's mine?
I was only asking.
Look, you're not going to be bothered or burdened, okay?
You can still go out and make a million. Don't worry.
I'm not worried. I mean, I am worried.
- I don't want to talk about it any more. - Okay.
just go!
- Why? - Because I want you to go, all right? Just go!
You let me come up here just so you could kick me out, didn't you?
No.
No, just get out!
I know you're upset, but if this is the way it's going to be, why did you even tell me about the baby?
Because I knew it would be the best way to get you out of my life.
...Square Garden. Syracuse trying to stay within striking distance...
of Pittsburgh in the Big East.
Hey, that's for cigarette change.
When you hand it to me, it's for change.
When you put it on the edge of the bar, it's a tip.
- Hey, kid. - Hey, Uncle Pat.
Ed, how are you?
I got a problem. You got time for a quick talk?
Well, make it fast. I'm real busy here.
What's the matter?
I'm going to be a father.
That's it! Bar's closed! Finish up!
- Aw, Pat, come on! - Hit the road! Let's go!
- Eddie, finish up. Everybody out of here. - What?
Now, you ought to know better than to come to a bartender for advice.
- What am I going to do about this girl? - Nothing.
- What do you mean, nothing? - She's not trying to shake you down.
She's not trying to make you marry her. You don't care about her.
You can walk away from the whole thing.
- What if I do care about her? - Then you've got a problem.
Jordan, I just want to talk to you.
She's not hiding. She's not home.
She's at her parents' place. Go bang down their door.
- You wouldn't happen to know where that is, would you? - Sure. Park Avenue, corner of 67th.
- Park Avenue? - Yeah. Park Avenue.
Listen. You get here when you say you will or you won't work in this building again.
- Excuse me... - So you'll be here what time?
- I don't mean to bother you... - What time did you say you'd be here?
Hello?
I'm sorry. What apartment are... are the Mooneys in?
- It's the penthouse. Your name, please. - Brian Flanagan.
- Are the Mooneys expecting you? - No, not exactly.
All visitors have to be announced, Mr. Flanagan.
Mr. Flanagan, will you come in, please?
- May I take your coat, sir? - Okay.
- There will be someone with you in a moment. - Thank you.
I'm Richard Mooney.
- I'm Jordan's father. - I'm Brian Flanagan.
- I've come to see her. - Well, she's not here.
But come in. Come in. I'd like to talk to you.
Sit down. Sit down.
Well, I've certainly heard a lot about you in the last couple of days.
You know, I don't know what really happened between the two of you, but, uh...
I must say, I think you've got a hell of a lot of nerve...
coming up here after what you did to my daughter.
I understand that.
And I realize that Jordan is very upset.
But if I could talk to her, make her see that I'm going to stick by her through this.
I hope you're not suggesting that you'll marry her.
I'm not sure what we're going to do. We've got a lot to talk about.
The hell you do. The hell you do!
All right, look, I know Jordan a lot better than you do...
and I've never seen her as unhappy as she is at this moment.
She is just not very wise in the ways of the world.
- And right now what she needs around her are people she can trust. - She can trust me.
She doesn't want to see you. She doesn't want to even talk to you.
just wait here for one moment for me, will you, please?
- Good afternoon, Miss Mooney. - Hi.
- Mr. Mooney, I think I'm just... - Mr. Flanagan, here.
- What the hell is this? - That's for you.
$ 10,000?
- Is that all your daughter's worth? - Okay, how much will it take?
I don't want your goddamn money. You can't buy me out of Jordan's life.
You think I'm letting some bartender walk into my family and destroy my daughter's life?
- That is her choice! - The hell you say.
- Her choice! - The hell you say! - What is going on here?
Jordan, I came by here to talk to you.
- Look, if you don't get out of here, Flanagan, I'm going to have you thrown out on your ass! - Dad... Dad, I will handle this.
Jordan... Jordan, I know the other night I didn't say the right things.
God knows, I have not done the right things...
but I think there's a chance for us.
Brian, there is no us. " There are just too many things about us that don't work.
What about the baby? I mean, a kid... our kid needs a father.
Not one that's not going to be around in a year.
- Yeah, with your lifestyle, what kind of a father would you... - Dad!
Jordan, I want a second chance.
No.
I deserve a second chance.
No!
Brian, how am I ever going to know that you're being honest with me?
- I mean, you can barely be honest with yourself. - Honest?
Were you so honest? Why didn't you tell me you were the original rich chick?
Because you're so hung up on money, I was afraid that I'd never know how you really felt about me.
Me!
How you really feel about me.
You see this?
This is your father's idea of how to get me out of your life.
This...
is how hung up on money I am.
And as for the way I feel about you...
I guess you'll never know.
Here's a 20. Let me in.
Hey, what about us?
Let us in, Henry. It's cold out here.
Henry, remember me?
- I'm Bruce Springsteen's cousin. - You look more like his couch.
Henry, I'm-I'm Doug's friend.
Look, Mr. Coughlin doesn't have any friends on a Saturday night, all right?
- Good evening, Henry. - Hey, hey!
Hey!
- Hey, where's Doug Coughlin? - He's over there. - Over there?
Hey, you! You!
Doug!
- Coughlin! - Flanagan!
My best friend in the world. My only friend.
Piss off, Henry. It's okay. It's great to see you, my only friend. Sit down. Sit down.
I don't know. Looks like you've got a lot of friends here this evening.
- Proctologist's dream. - What?
Wall-to-wall assholes.
Great to see you, Flanagan.
Yes, because you know I've come to pay off my bet.
- Brian. - Kerry.
- What are you doing here? - I've come to beg and plead for a job.
Be great to get some talent behind the bar.
Well, let's go somewhere we can appreciate this. Come on.
What are you doing out here? Get in there and spend some money.
Keep me in the manner that I'm accustomed to.
Very good. How are you? Get in there and spend some money, you two.
What do you think of my rowing boat?
- Jesus Christ! - Come aboard, ye land lubber.
Baccarat crystal.
Louis Treize, voila.
Should we let it breathe?
It hasn't breathed in 50 years.
It's dead. Let's just drink it.
Health and friendship?
Life and love.
Douglas Coughlin, your ship...
has certainly come in.
My ship...
My ship is going down, and I'm going down with it.
- How's that? - Oh, this is an illusion.
I'm on my ass. I haven't got a pot to piss in.
A hundred grand a week. Painful.
I should have read some of your sacred books, young Flanagan.
The only thing I know about saloons is how to pour whisky and run my mouth off.
I knew nothing about insurance...
or sales tax or the building code...
or labor costs or the power company...
or purchasing or linens.
Everyone with a hand stuck it in my pocket.
You must make enough to cover that.
If I'd stuck to what I know best, which is almost nothing.
Instead I put all the cash into commodities...
and blew the fucking lot.
On the margin. Buy, cover, buy, cover.
I wanted it fast.
See the headlines.
Douglas Coughlin.
From Bartender to Billionaire. "
- Hey, Doug, take it easy, huh? - Relax.
The luck is gone, the brain is shot...
but the liquor we still got.
Doug!
Doug, are you down there?
She knows nothing about this.
She thinks I'm a fucking hero.
My princess, my dream.
Oh, baby, not again. I want to go home.
Come here.
A toast, Flanagan, to the first and last person...
I ever cared about.
To my wife.
Doug?
Doug. Doug, wake up.
I want to go home.
You know, you're the only person in the world Doug respects.
We were a good team once.
Walk me to my apartment. I hate going to that place alone.
- I better check on Doug. - Please.
I want to talk about Doug, about his problems.
Doug says you're incredible with women.
A real ladykiller.
Is that what he says?
What's your secret weapon?
Well, what you see is what you get.
- Hold it. - What did you do that for?
I can't make it with my best friend's old lady.
Am I supposed to live with the same man...
day in and day out, forever?
- And have no one else in my life? - Yes. It's called marriage.
You wanted this as much as I did. That's why you're up here.
But you can't do it now, can you? You're scared.
- I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. - You're just scared!
Hey, Doug.
Doug.
What the...
Help me! Somebody help me!
Is there anything at all you can tell me about what happened?
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want...
My dearest Brian...
a guy like me looks in the mirror.
He either grins or he starts to fade away.
And I haven't seen anything to grin about in a long time.
This may not be the most graceful exit...
but I know when the bottle's empty.
About the only thing I'm really going to miss...
are the conversations we had going.
At least I get the last word even if I had to mail it in.
Coughlin's Law: Bury the dead. They stink up the joint.
As for the rest of Coughlin's Laws, ignore them.
The guy was always full of shit.
But I guess you knew that already.
- Excuse me. The Mooneys. Brian Flanagan. - I know who you are, pal.
But I've been instructed not to let you into the building.
- If you'd just let... - Leave now!
Look, I just want to talk to her for a few minutes. I don't want to cause any trouble. Just...
- Send her a letter. Out! - Get your hands off me, man.
Out!
Hey!
- Where's Jordan? Where's Jordan? - She's in there.
- In there? - Yeah. Hey, you can't go in there.
- Open the door! Open the door! - Jordan? Jordan!
- What? What's going on? - Jordan, I have to talk to you.
Please. There's so many things. I don't know where to begin.
Doug is dead.
- What? - He killed himself.
- Oh, Brian. - He was my best friend, but he was too proud to let me help him.
He was too proud to show how he felt until it was too late.
I don't want to make that same mistake, Jordan.
- He pushed right past me in the sitting room. - I thought I told you to keep that punk out of this house.
- I'm sorry. He got by me. - Jordan? Jordan, are you in there?
I have saved money. I've worked out a loan with my uncle for some more.
- With hard work, I know I can turn it into something great. - Flanagan, open the door!
- Brian, I know you can. I know you can. But, really, it doesn't really matter. - No. Listen to me. Listen to me!
- He was on the elevator before I even know it. - Give me the key!
I love you. I want to marry you. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you, Jordan.
- Open the door! - Please. Please, come with me.
Flanagan, get the hell out of my house!
Jordan, wake up. Don't you see why he's come back here? He's only come back for one reason... for the money.
- That's not true. I don't want a thing from you. - You're not going to get anything, not one penny.
- He's a loser. - I'm not a loser. Please, Jordan, come with me.
- Get him out of here, please. - Stay out of this. This has nothing to do with you. Please.
- Throw this bum out of here! - Come on. Let's go. - Hold it. Just hold it!
- Jordan, Jordan, don't go. - All right. All right. Okay. Okay.
If you walk out of this house right now, just don't bother coming back.
- Dad, I'm going. I love him and I'm going. - You're not going anywhere.
Jordan! Stop her!
- Get off of me! - Get her hands off of her. She's pregnant!
You asshole!
It didn't have to be this way, you know?
You're on your own.
That's the only way I want it.
A toast. To the bride and to my nephew.
All the happiness.
I've been lied to
- When will I be loved - Right now, baby.
Yeah!
I've been turned down
I've been pushed around
When will I be loved
You realize we're both completely insane.
Yes.
- You're probably going to want to divorce me in three weeks. - Probably.
No. You'll want to divorce me. I'll be all fat and ugly.
- Just as long as you don't get too fat. - I am going to be very fat.
- And you are going to love it. - I've been cheated
Been mistreated
When will I be loved
- Come on, Brian! Give us a poem! - Yeah, a poem!
- We want a poem! - A poem? - Let's hear one, Brian!
A poem!
- A poem? - A poem. We want a poem.
- All right, a poem. A poem. - We want a poem! We want a poem!
All right!
- Okay, a poem. - Yeah, a poem.
Well, this poem is entitled...
Flanagan's Advice to His Unborn Child. "
Now...
if Jordan gives birth to a fine Irish son...
there'll be Cocktails & Dreams for him one day to run.
- A business that shall yield a financial windfall... - It better!
- To be franchised in every suburban shopping mall. - A dynasty!
You're founding a dynasty!
Now...
if a daughter arrives to bless our clan...
I guess the shit will certainly hit the fan.
But this I shall promise to thee...
I'll never let her marry a guy like me.
But still, if our child...
is the naughtiest of girls or the wildest of young men...
I swear I'll be the best dad I can.
And never, ever get spooked again.
- Bet I can still spook you. - No way.
Twins?
- Twins! - Yeah!
- Drinks are on the house! - No! No!
The bar is open!
In love, love, love
Like I've never been
In love, love, love
Here I go again
Heart aches, take it slow You ain't got far to go
And if you travel smooth love be a pleasure cruise
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Took a bus, took a plane took a railroad train
just to get on back
To that little girl I love standing in the back
We love, love, love
Right there in the back
We love, love, love on the railroad track
Heart aches, take it slow
You ain't got far to go
And if you travel smooth love be a pleasure cruise
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
Oh, I love you so
I guess, I guess I guess you know
A diamond sun cuts down
A frozen winter sky
As the world and I go screaming
Into the phantom night
It doesn't matter where it leads
I got nowhere left to go
If there's any chance at all
It's somewhere down this road
To be wild again
No one's child again
Yeah, I wanna live every minute so hard
That I wear it thin
I wanna find the edge
Risk it all to win
I wanna see those eyes in the mirror
Full of fire again
I wanna be wild again
Wild again
There has to be a crossroad
A place to draw the line
And it comes down to the question
What is theirs and what is mine
Wild again