Breaking the Rules

(Robbie Robertson)

I tried to reach you
On Valentine’s Day
But how could I reach you
When you’re so far away
Don’t make me a victim
Don’t make me the clown
With my arms reaching out
And my head hanging down
We can go on Touching the flame
Breakin the rules Of the game
I bring you this cross
I carved out of wood
I’m just trying to tell you
That I’d change if I could
Grew up on the west side Never even been to the east side Don’t know what they do with their lives Over there over there (Heyy yeah)
We can go on Hiding the pain
Breakin the rules Of the game
(Heyyy)
Yeahh we can go on Living in shame
Breakin the rules Of the game
(Heyyy)
We can go on Touching the flame

Breakin the rules Of the game (Ohhh Yeah-e yeah yeahhh ohh, ohhh) Breaking, breaking the rules