Tom's chokin'
His car's smokin'
We keep hopin',
that we'll make it down to Manny's by 9:00
With six pages
On first stages
In some ways its
fun to never know when you're lying
Warm wishes
Soft kisses
Such dishes,
could lure anyone to keep tryin'
Temp-tasted
If money's wasted
then we replaced it,
with a way to amplify all our cryin'
Wide eyes for the towering line
They bath themselves in the years
When I'm lost in a city of lights, I got music in my ears
...and I'm lookin' for The Riff
A new player
can either save ya'
or take away your
bite and lead your heads to the floor
Great bassmen
who hate hustlin'
you can't trust 'em
They leave and then you beg at their door
Tom's chokin'
His car's smokin'
We kept hopin'
and we made it to the city by 9:00
We've all had it
with new gadgets
Can't buy magic,
but until we find The Riff we'll keep tryin'
Wide eyes for a cowering line
of groups stickin' it out all these years
When I'm lost in a city of lights I got music in my ears
...and I'm lookin' for The Riff
Dogs howling
Thieves prowling
Maids scouring
all from the seat with a view
of carts rolling
by babes strolling
on weed growing
through cracks in the shade of their style
Too late for the carnival life
Stumbling on the turn of the years
When I'm lost in a city of lights I got music in my ears