I was nothing but a lonely boy

Looking for something new

And you were nothing but a lonely girl

But you were something

Something like a dream come true

When I played my guitar

I made the canyons rock but

In the middle of a steaming night

I'm tossing in my sleep

And in the middle of a red-eyed dream

I see you coming

Coming on to give it to me

And like a son of a jackal

I'm a leader of the pack but

Oh, baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest

I've been stalking you and tracking you down

Cruising up and down the main drag all night long

We could be standing at the top of the world

Instead of sinking further down in the mud

Someone's got to draw first

Draw first

And like a son of a jackal I'm a leader of the pack but

I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy

Looking out for something to do

And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl

But you were something like a dream come true

And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock

But every Saturday night