[1986-09-21, Great Woods Center for the Performing Arts, Mansfield, Massachusetts, USA] Last day the visitor made a trip through my town We all were dancin' till he took the beat away Come to think of it, he thought of every last detail Slipped out late at night Completely out of sight Left his message etched into my brain And now the gates are closed on the road of plenty That fist comes poundin' down - I feel it every day It's hard to recognize know if you are full or empty Here it comes again You think of your old friend But now they're not so easily found Me and my old Corvette, we were running in through the night Chasin' my blonde lover down Skyline She saw that xxx and her tail lights flashed to avoid the crash It was way too late When she hit the brakes She went spinnin' with that screeching sound I was talkin' to my friend, tellin' him how I lucked out He smiled at me and said, I'm glad you feel that way And so I wrote that down on a piece of paper Beside a garbage heap Down on the street A mariachi band began to play In Eldorado town there lives a great bullfighter His eyes are screamin' blue, his hair is red as blood And when the gate goes up, the crowd gets so excited Then he comes dancin' out Dressed in gold lame He kills the bull and lives another day [1986-10-17, Met Center, Bloomington, Minnesota, USA] One day a visitor made a trip through my town We all were dancin' till he took the beat away Come to think of it, he thought of every last detail Slipped out late at night Completely out of sight Left his message etched inside my brain Me and my old Corvette, we were flying through the night Chasin' my blonde lover down Skyline I saw the tail lights flash to avoid the crash It was way too late When she hit the brakes And she went spinnin' with that screeching sound And when the gates are closed to the road of plenty A fist comes poundin' down - you feel it every day And you can't recognize if you are full or empty Here it comes again You count on your old friend But now they're not so easily found. Up in the gold hotel, the money hits the table The heavies are all there, that's why the deals going down With beautiful women all dressed in diamonds and sable Down upon the street Beside a garbage heap A mariachi band began to play In Eldorado town there's an old bullfighter His eyes are screamin' blue, his hair is red as blood And when the gates goes up, the crowd gets so excited And he comes dancin' out Dressed in gold lame He kills the bull and lives another day.