Ah, well
Well, well my girl
You’re not connected, no, to the physical world
Angel dreams green blowing out of control
In Spanish Maine crystal see the diamonds roll
A blue copper scope inside a paper globe
Black hair and blonde hair in love, more alive
Naked in the forest, love to lover’s eyes
A game of chess, touch me, take a long drive
Music in the car in the summer
Ah, well
Well, well my girl
You’re not connected
To the physical world
Ah, well
Well, well my girl
You’re not connected, no
To the physical world
Six o’clock wind, white shirt in the twilight
The sun on the lake embrace deep in the night
A feather on the water’s edge, bright starlight
A house made of wood, and two lovers
They go out to some place to spend the whole night
Where it is so loud, place called the Blue Light
Back up in the world, nitro dynamite
Walk across the floor, music and the light
Memory unload, she become Bonny Parker
She dance so fast with Dutch Schultz as a partner
Talk to her friends who are the forty thieves
Never stole in her whole life, had no need
You’re not connected, no
You’re not connected, no
You’re not connected, no
To your heart
You’re not connected to your heart
To your heart
You’re not connected to your heart
To your heart
To your heart
To your heart
You’re not connected to your heart
To your heart