Showered with offers at twenty one 
By the age of twenty-two she is nearly long gone 
They keep calling her the heir to the rock and roll crown 
Man it weighed so heavy it was dragging her down 
Wants it ‘til she’s got it then tries to run away 
A hunger so deep it can never go away 
No way to fill it, to turn down the dial below the limit 
If she could only stop from crying 

She says I love him, he’s the kind to be clever with 
I’m ready, maybe soon make it better 
She’s wanted him for so long she’s forgotten how it goes 
This is the history of rock and roll 

All fogged up can’t even see to drive 
A ’44 magnum on the passenger side 
Pops a tablet for the cramping but it just won’t fade 
She starts hearing things he used to say; 
To love you is to surrender, it’s the need to lose 
To want to step inside a kind of raging feud 
Between the sea and the sky, my head and my heart 
And choosing which of them is tearing me apart 

He says I want her, want her so much I can taste her 
When I’m sleepi she’s the scale of the ether 
How much is it worth if it is free I just don’t know 
This is the history of rock and roll 

Haunted by images, the planet’s turning 
The sun going down on Mississippi burning 
Only darkness has the power to make her open up her heart 
And play it to the world as though they were only tears 
For crying 

We want the future 
Maybe soon maybe never 
When we’re ready…but we act like we hate it 
How much is it worth if it is free we’ll never know 
This is the history of rock and roll