When you can fall for chains of silver, you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me … - Mark Knopfler

I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on her feet
Well the cars do the usual dances Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the roller girl she's taking chances They just love to see her take them all
No fears alone at night she's sailing through the crowd In her ears the phones are tight and the music's playing loud

It takes love over gold
And mind over matter
To do what you do that you must
When the things that you hold
Can fall and be shattered
Or run through your fingers like dust

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles.
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars, dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash.
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash.<p>I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick.
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick.