Written by J. Valenzuela



Streetlights on,

the night air's cool.

Driving right past my old school.

I'm looking for my pack of cigarettes.



Thinking back on things I've done.

Can't forget the stupid ones.

Seems I do my best

by accident.



What's that sound?

What's that song?

What's this street I'm driving on

in my car?

In my car.



I miss her feel, her touch, her taste.

I feel the distance everyplace.

This distance can't be taken casually.



Take my time just drive around,

feeling lost in my hometown.

Every turn I take is comforting.



I'll take a break

from all their big plans.

My first mistake was listening to them.

I made a mess, it's all been proven

over and over again.

Over and over again.



Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp, Bonneville Salt Flats Music (ASCAP)

Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1.allware.com/~bounacos)