7: 30 on a summer's night
out in the city cruising on my bike
I've been sitting in the park all day
drinking cheap wine, getting high
watching time just drift awayslipping through traffic with my walkman on
no obligations nowhere I belong
a million miles above the day-to-day
lost my religion but I keep my faithand as the night comes in
feels like home again
got both feet on the ground
but my mind's on vacation and I'm tuning outI think the drugs are kicking in
my hands are numb and the whole bar's spinningthe sun is setting and I'm feeling lost
down at the club trying to shake it off
it's too early to dance so I'm drinking scotch
hanging with the germ at the bar in my flip flops16.50 and a gram of weed *on my condo* it's for my own insanity
so I hit the bricks, relax my mind
turn the music up, glide along under the streetlightsI cross the city I make the rounds
and when last call comes, you know I'm finally coming down
and as I'm heading home, feels like I made it woooh
and everything's alright so it's over now
another transmission from the late nightI think the drugs are kicking in
my hands are numb and the whole bar's spinning7: 30 on a summer's night
out in the city cruising on my bike
I've been sitting in the park all day
drinking cheap wine, getting high
watching time just drift awayI think the drugs are kicking in
my hands are numb and the whole bar's spinning