All through the summer
My head under water
Tryin' to stay above the line
It gets harder every time
To see thru the ghosts
'Cos even they know that
It's one on the world this time
A straight shooter on a crooked line
You can make any night a weekend and fall into the deep end
And sleep at the bottom for days
Do you run or fight turn left or go right
And make it back home to say
Keeping it together
With boots of red of leather
Flirting with the insane
Instigation to a burning flame
Staying out all night
To keep our heads on right
We've lost our minds in stereo
Gone left of the dial on the radio
You can make any night a weekend and fall into the deep end
And sleep at the bottom for days
Do you run or fight turn left or go right
And make it back home to say
My best was never good enough