All our steaming sounds of love
Cannot disturb her in her night
Or raise her sleeping head
Is make my wildest dreams come true
No one sees and no one knows
I would guess she's in Detroit
With lots of money in the bank
Although I could be wrong
The spoor is on the wind tonight
You won't feel it till it grows
With only you and what I've found
We'll wear the weary hours down
The clock is close at hand
All my empty words of love
Can never screen the flash I feel
I know it's real it's got to be
Why not chase it where it goes