Three thousand miles away, in an old laundromat
Facing a red brick wall, weathered and baked by the sun
Air stream from the drum, strange peace settles over me
Like a lion in a cage, taking a midday nap
Not a clue what to do, who knows what you're gonna get, oh, oh
It's time to get into action
Who's gonna tell me what to do
You know it may not be too late
So come here and spin it up
Walk about in heavy summer rain
Everywhere I go there's some sort of pain
Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up
Loud streets, honking horns, everything seems so real
Marks an old district, life on a massive scale
Perched on a red fort top, fading letters barely read
It's time to get into action
Who's gonna tell me what to do
You know it may not be too late
I got to come here and spin it up
Walk about in heavy summer rain
Everywhere I go there's some sort of pain
Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up
Fate has other plans
Say it's alright, say don't live in the past
Just don't wait and go now, let it flow away
It's time to get into action
Who's gonna tell me what to do
You know it may not be too late
So come here and spin it up
Walk about in heavy summer rain
Everywhere I go there's some sort of pain
Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up
Fate has other plans, oh, oh