Keep those golden strings attached to your bodyIf there is a lot of people you should not let goI will be there to keep you from the crowdI won't see you hanging from the black angry ropeThere are a lot of faces that I recognizeThere are Peter, John and Paul and their angry mobThey're out in the sun to see the sky dropTheir opinions are old-fashioned but they just won't stopI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose youI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose youKeep those golden strings attached to your bodyIf there is a lot of people you should not say helloI will be there to keep you from the menAm I paranoid or am I a damn good boyfriend?There are a lot of people that I recognizeThere are Peter, John and Paul and their angry mobThey're out in the sun to see the sky dropTheir blurry and booze, they just won't stopI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose youI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose youI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose youI won't let you walk home alone, no, no, noI'm afraid I will lose you