Talkin' up a storm in the summer rain Won't know what I'm thinkin' till I explain I know this place too well Shuffling tracks and shuffling feet I play the routine without missing a beat I know this place like the back of my hand And one day we'll make it too the promise land
I know I'm not wicked but just this time I'll be a wicked man if you don't mind Come back around when the timing's right Never too busy for a Friday night I know this place like the back of my hand And one day we'll make it too the promise land I know this place like the back of my hand And one day we'll make it too the promise land