Sunday night, chest tight
Grabbing at the last light now
City growing dark beneath
I got to leave the house
Got to breathe in and breathe out
Got to breathe in
Muscle-tee man gets a pedicure on the street
Rows of knock-off phones
The smell of frying meat
Ma’am where you from, ma’am where you from?
Ma’am where you from?
Where are you tonight
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind
Where do all the days go
The hours pass so fast
Living for the future in bodies that aren’t built to last
You will be old before you know
You will be old
Where are you tonight
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind
You ride your bike back home
Nowhere else to go
You ride your bike back home
And the wind it blows
You ride your bike back home
Go to bed alone
Where are you tonight
While I am talking to myself and wasting time?
And all the minutes just keep rolling around on the floor
Rolling around on the floor of your mind
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