Lyrics provided by https://lyrics.moozic.org/ ---Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed--- --Don Henley-- 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 artYou'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 kissTalk 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