Rock on, gold dust woman,
take your silver spoon, dig your grave.
pick your path and I'll pray.
Wake up in the mornin',
see your sunrise loves to go down.
Lousy lovers pick their prey,
but they never cry out loud,
Well, did she make you cry,
make you break down,
shatter your illusions of love?
And is it over now?
Do you know how to pick up the pieces