Don Henley Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed song lyrics

I met a Frenchman in a field last night

He was out there with an easel, painting carnival light

He said, "I used to paint the princess; I used to paint the frogs

Now I paint moustaches on dangerous dogs"

He said, "Sometimes it's a country; sometimes it's a girl

You know, everybody's got to have a purpose in this world

You Yankees are so silly about matters of the heart

Don't you know that women are the only works of art

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit something

But that's the way it goes"

Come guys were born to Rimbaud

Some guys breathe Baudelaire

Come guys just got to go and put their rockets everywhere

You can breed 'em by the thousands; you can trick and you can train

Just look at all those poor dogs that are dragged down by the Seine

How many arrows must I shoot into the blue?

Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you

Before The Death of Lovers and The Punishment of Pride

Let's go scrape across the terrazzo

It's just too hot outside

"You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit something

But that's the way it goes

Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, sweet talk

Talk talk, tough talk

Talk talk, dirty talk

Talk talk, walk and talk

Talk talk, big talk

Talk talk, baby talk

Kiss kiss kiss

Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, smooth talk

Talk talk, body talk

Talk talk, back talk

Talk talk, small talk

Talk talk, baby talk

Talk talk, peace talk

Talk talk, bullshit