I know where the cops hang out
When I come home late at night
To cruise or take it light
I know when the radio's wrong
And when the weather man is jive
Still it's good to be alive
And I know that the church bells ring
On the Sundays in this town
And I know enough to come indoors
When the rain is pouring down
And I know if you left me here
And I know if I had my way
I would never end this ride
If you need a place to hide