E. McCainIt's 3 a.m.I'm awake and my heart is still
Al he sells records down on old St. Charley's St.He's
E. McCainRubber on my tires making contact with the roadSign
E. McCainSweet love is keeping a very close scoreShe's cheated
Pacing gently, summer windThe king stares softly to the skyWill
Seven million years of progress handed down on silver wingsOf
E. McCainWell I don't drive a fast carYou know it
I'm holding my last breathIt's burning in my lungsClenching up
E. McCainAfter all the corridors are darkenedWhen the royal crown
Midnight in the holy city, playground for restless soulsGraveyards for
I'm a hack driver in New York CityI've got seven
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderfulStop me
E. McCainSitting in the kitchenJust staring at the cracks in
Do I fuel my hunger deprive my dreamsLive my lonely
E. McCainHey boy pushin' on your girlfriendTrying to show her
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