Don't Push Your Foot on the Heartbrake [live]

Emma's come down,

She's stopped the light shining out of her eyes

Emma's been run out on,

She's breaking down in so many places,

Stuck in low gear, because of her fears,

Of the skidding wheels,

The skid of her wheels she feels

Skidding wheels,

The skid of her wheels she feels

Spinning wheels,

Wheel-skidding feeling

Her heart is there,

But they've greased the road,

Her heart is out there,

But she's no control

Oh come on, you've got to use your flow,

You know what it's like, and you know you want to go,

Don't drive too slowly

Don't put your blues where your shoes should be

Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

She's losing that inner flame

It was burning bright but she's losing the fight fast,

She's only herself to blame,

Well take of yourself, and remember Georgie,

But she's so "O.D.'d" on weeping she can hardly see,

That she's dropping beads,

Red, red glass is bleeding

Dropping beads,

Red, red glass is bleeding

Dropping Beads,

Red, red on the parquet

Her heart is there

But they've greased the road

Her heart is out there

But she's no control

Come on, you've got to use your flow

You know what it's like, and you know you want to go

Don't drive too slowly

Don't put your blues where your shoes should be

Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow

You know what it's like, and you know you want to go

Don't drive too slowly

Don't put your blues where your shoes should be

Don't push your foot on the heartbrake