Lio - Rick Springfield

LIO they say you haven’t made it

Until you got that favor

I can’t help it hurts me

The pen cuts like a razor

Too bad if they kick you in the face

They draw blood you can put in your pen

And you write again

Oh what a disappointment, LIO

I thought that you would go the distance, MY-O

Anticipation was a little, High-O

You were low, low, low, low, LIO

Symbols spread across the pages

I play electric wires

I’ve got rhythms in my head

And irons in the fires

It don’t hurt the process

But they did leave a scar on the face of the fighter

Who’ll fight again

Oh what a disappointment, LIO

I thought that you would go the distance, MY-O

Anticipation was a little High-O

You were low, low, low, low, LIO

My world, which lives inside of my head

No where else but my head

And I’m the one who puts the limitations on it

They said you belong in this line over here

No thanks, I’m not that weak

And the music will speak again

Oh what a disappointment, LIO

I thought that you would go the distance, MY-O

Anticipation was a little High-O

You were low, low, low, low, LIO

You were low, low, low, low, LIO

You were low, low, low, low

Humans walking around in cages

We build with our own hands

Looking for the turning point

That waits outside