I run... I run to Sun City, Arizona, To the postcard's door.
I knew... I knew its true I danced with you.
I'd seen your face on the screen of some movie scene before.

Tell me must I really cross the sea?
Will you lay with me and cut it out, out, out?
I don’t need another movie star,
Stay the way you are,
Just cut it out, out, out.

I fall... I fall a doll asleep into your arms, To the sound of rain.
I saw... I saw only my own imagination,
When I asked you to sing that song for me again.

I, I, I... Am feeling so far, I'm feeling so far.
You, you, you... Will never be my cowboy movie star.