Down, Down Walter Egan

Like an eight point tremor on the Richter scale
Like a cement mixer
Like the winds of a gale
You shake me
Like a lonely pawn in the path of a queen
Like a winning hand if you know what I mean
You take me
By surprise

You don’t love me
You just let me down
You don’t love me
You just let me down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

Like a well known story
Like a popular brand
Like an unkept secret
Like the back of your hand
You know me
Like an exhibition
Like a film on the screen
Like a demonstration if you know what I mean
You show me
Show me how