in the arms of buffalo bill

tonight's the nicest night this year

let's take a walk down to the pier

throw our bottles at the night

hear them fall like dynamite

now you run in your light summer clothes

and on your hands

are lines that no one knows

and in your eyes is a fire on a hill

now you stand in the arms of buffalo bill

friday night is on the town

all the boys are running around

but all night i'll be here

holding onto you in fear

there you sit

in your own neon air

in your hands is your long braided hair

in your eyes is a fire on a hill

and now you stand in the arms of buffalo bill