When [bad word] to you
 You wouldn't keep her in a box
 No you wouldn't keep your courage in a box
 No you shouldn't keep your courage in a box

 Such a rare, rare bird you'll find
 Won't flourish under lock
 So you shouldn't keep your courage in a box
 No, you shouldn't

 And I can only guess just what I would do
 If I didn't do this
 And I didn't know you
 They would eat me alive out there
 I know it

 And there's a point on this beaten track
 When you can't get going
 But you can't get back
 And that's when
 They would eat me alive out there
 I know it now

 Driving down these streets at night
 All the houses on the side of the road
 Silhouetted by the street lights
 Like tomb stones
 Silhouetted by the street lights
 As tomb stones

 And all them black holes
 Humming and taking on matter
 Up there in the night
 So full up to the bring of nothing
 And you know
 Sometimes so am I