Tom and Margo Watching all their love go To the place We land eventually It’s all Such a ball Listen for the heart call Nothing ever seemed so sweet Waiting for the American dream Nothing ever turns out Just as it seemed And all the sweet scrolls They call rock and roll Past our lips turn incredibly sour It’s the taste Everybody calls the witching hour Big turns Rug burns Everybody returns To the place they loved long ago Don’t look back Hard sell Ring the bell Everybody catch hell Maybe you’ll become what they say Nobody acting out the...