Lucky St.
Let's count the days until winter comes our way
We're all tired and ready to breathe and there's a rumor that
There's a bitter cold chill in the air, it's haunting every breath we take
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves
It's time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now
Get carried away
Let's think about all those nights on Luckie St.
We stayed up til 3 a.m with all the gossip and the latest girls
There's a bitter cold chill in the air It's haunting every breath we take
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves
It's time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now
Get carried away
This winter is much like all the rest
This season's changed since we've been away
This winter is much like all the rest
It's time to roll the windows down and feel the cold air all around
We are heading out of town and not a thing can stop us now
Get carried away