Written by J Valenzuela

Streetlights on,
the night air's cool
Driving right past my old school
I'm looking for my pack of cigarettes

Thinking back on things I've done
Can't forget the stupid ones
Seems I do my best
by accident

What's that sound?
What's that song?
What's this street I'm driving on
in my car?
In my car

I miss her feel, her touch, her taste
I feel the distance everyplace
This distance can't be taken casually

Take my time just drive around,
feeling lost in my hometown
Every turn I take is comforting

I'll take a break
from all their big plans
My first mistake was listening to them
I made a mess, it's all been proven
over and over again
Over and over again

Copyright 1996 WB Music Corp, Bonneville Salt Flats Music (ASCAP)
Keyed by George Bounacos (http://www1allwarecom/~bounacos