Waiting for My Ride
Summertime has come and gone. A memory through alcohol. To all the girls that broke our hearts. We are far away now. On battlefields we hear the call. Heroes of the West End yard. The cocaine style and hometown scars. We're so far away now. Waiting for my ride. We go out all night. All night. Waiting on the westbound side. Talking through the traffic lights. Drink up darling it's all right. You're so far away away now. Waiting for my ride. We go out all night