Song Description
A Kinks-like descending guitar riff leads into this chugging, melodic pop song which has a Beatles-like feel despite the female vocal. Another guitar riff leads into the anthemic chorus. Soaring guitar solos mid-song and in the fade procide contrast.
| Song Length |
4:10 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool, Restless |
Subject |
Boyfriend, Husband, Suspicion |
| Similar Artists |
The Bangles, Sheryl Crow |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1960 - 1969 |
| |
Lyrics
When we meet you treat me like we never have before,
So I just beat my retreat and I don't try anymore.
I caught you staring at me behind the shades.
Next time I catch you there, you won't get away.
Who'll be the last to stand
Next year in no man's land?
I don't care for your air and I hate to be ignored.
If you won't give, I'll live, but you won't get any more.
Give your bread a toss and I'll jump in and I won't drown.
You'll find it only costs you what was weighing you down.
Only bags of sand
Next year in no man's land.
Don't look ahead until you've looked behind.
I know what you've said, but what goes through your mind?
You might just change your plans
Next year in no man's land.
Next year in no man's land.
Next year in no man's land.
Next year in no man's land.
Next year in no man's land.
Next year in no man's land.