Drive down Sunset toward the sunrise,
Pulled an all-nighter.
I could miss it if I blink twice—
Blue eyes on fire.
We don’t talk about the future,
We just leave it up to chance.
But if I have your heart forever,
Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?
Can I rearrange ya?
Let me rearrange ya.
I am the rearranger.
I am the rearranger.
East side bedlam, your two-bedroom,
Slick real hardwood,
I play house here in the June gloom—
There goes the neighborhood.
We don’t talk about the heavy.
Am I even in your plans?
If I have your heart forever,
Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?
And can I rearrange ya?
Let me rearrange ya.
I am the rearranger.
I am the rearranger.
Rearrange, rearrange, rearrange ya,
Rearrange, rearrange, rearrange ya,
Rearrange, rearrange, rearrange ya,
Re-re-re-rearrange ya…