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Cruising the city streets again
these bright lights cast dim shadows on my hopes
every puddle catches light, that darkness chases away
I drive. I drive, the rhythm of the street lights
crawl down the windscreen and hit the dash.
Every turn I hope to catch your face
every straight I hope perchance for a new turn.
The old love songs we used the lines to speak with
are playing as the miles clock by

the warm air blowing by
I feel like a cigarette; it feels right.
I dont smoke, but l'm stuck in that scene.
You know? When the main stares at the road
and you've got a troubles on your face thinking...
Eyes searching every face, every gait
for one semblence of recognition,
one thought on my mind.

On edge. The craving rocks my soul
Where the hell are you? Now when Im alone...
Thank God I can't find you and
curse the devil I even try.
The streets are all empty and I drive, I drive.
Every street corner builds a new hope,
and crushes as I turn eyes again empty.

Cruising the city streets hoping
just to catch your face.
I drive. I drive all night as the miles
pass by.