Luckie St.

Lets count the days until winter comes our way
Were all tired and ready to breathe
And theres a rumor that
Theres a bitter cold chill in the air.
Its 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 were better off by ourselves.
Its 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.
Lets think about all those nights on Luckie St.
We stayed up til 3 am, with all the gossip and the latest girls.
Theres a bitter cold chill in the air.
Its 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 were better off by ourselves.
Its 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 seasons changed since weve been away.
This winter is much like all the rest.
Its 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.