| I was taken prisoner and carried down | 
| To a dungeon cold and bleak | 
| Where my trial was a foregone conclusion | 
| At which I might never speak | 
| While the innocent live with freedom of speech | 
| And the confidence of their wives | 
| So the guilty remain on Heartbreak Hill | 
| In the chains of their humdrum lives. | 
| The sun beat a trail in the summer sky | 
| It mounted me with desire | 
| It consumed me with ease and then left me to burn | 
| In the wake of its hungry fire | 
| I was torn limb from limb by its passionate kiss | 
| I was left in a cold deep sweat | 
| Now I shiver alone on Heartbreak Hill | 
| With a memory to forget. | 
| It was spring when I woke from a long deep sleep | 
| Inspired with a second chance | 
| And I join with the newborn leaves in the trees | 
| Spinning in the dance | 
| As I rubbed the sleep from my deep-rimmed eyes | 
| I was gratified by the sight | 
| Now I see myself on Heartbreak Hill | 
| In a totally different light. | 
| If I’ve broken my back on the treadmill once | 
| I’ve broken my heart on it twice | 
| I’m not going back on Heartbreak Hill | 
| At any price. | 
| A man must do what a man must do A woman must do what she must | 
| But neither can really be satisfied | 
| Without that mutual trust | 
| In the eyes of a child, there’s a simple truth | 
| One can either be right or wrong | 
| But if you ask those on Heartbreak Hill | 
| They will sing you a different song. | 
| If I’ve broken my back on the treadmill once | 
| I’ve broken my heart on it twice | 
| I’m not going back on Heartbreak Hill | 
| At any price | 
| At any price | 
| At any price. |