Luckie St

Let's count the days 

We're all tired and ready to breathe 

And there's a rumor that there's

A bitter cold chill in the air 

It's 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 we're better off by ourselves



it's 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



Let's think about

All those nights on Luckie st.

We stayed up til 3 am

With all the gossip and the latest girls

There's a bitter cold chill in the air

It's 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 we're better off by ourselves



This winter is much like all the rest

This season's changed 

Since we've been away