This house is full of ambitious girls
Their diplomas crowd on the walls
The floorboards resound with the rhythm of their heels
And a symphony of telephone calls
And at every single word they're keeping score
Every hour of the day is spoken for
Oh, but for you there is one girl
Watches the moon rise
Leans out with bright eyes
Against the rail
And you can talk with her
Til the night turns pale
This house is full of rough and tumble boys
Who smoke their cigarettes with restless hands
The garage reeks of oil and two stroke engine noise
The metallic glint of one night stands
And it only takes a word to start a brawl
Yeah, weakness gets no sympathy at all
But for you there is one boy
Brings all the stars out
The blanket he holds now
He's sixteen years old
He'll wrap it round you
When the room grows cold
And oh, how it rains sometimes
On this crowded little house of mine
Open the windows wide
I don't want to be safe tonight
This house, it's waiting on the edge of town
For your headlights to come 'round