There’s a motel on the freeway
There’s a back room with heavy curtains
But is there room in her heart
Or is that a place she’s deserting?
She barricades her love Behind a bulletproof vest
She’s so suspicious of acts of tenderness
Have too many strange hands grabbed for the nest
It’s tough to be sensitive
To open up and take some chances
But there’s magic in the night air
So let the amber moon enhance it
She’s been living in a bunker
Surrounds herself with barbed wire
No one can cut through
Shellshocked landlocked
She don’t know what to do
She’s been living in a bunker
Iodine is poison
If you choose to use too much
Steel armor will smother you
It’s just one more useless crutch
She’s been living in a bunker
Surrounds herself with barbed wire
No one can cut through
Shellshocked landlocked
She don’t know what to do
She’s been living in a bunker
There’s a motel on the freeway
There’s a back room with heavy curtains
But is there room in her heart?