seven thirty on a summers night out in the city cruising on my bike i ve been sitting in the park all day drinking cheap wine and getting high watching time just drift away slippin thru traffic with my walkman on no obligations nowhere i belong a million miles above the day to day lost my religion but i keep my faith and as the night comes in feel like i m home again got both feet on the ground but my minds on vacation and i m tuning out i think the drugs are kicking in my hands are numb and the whole bars spinning the sun is setting and i m feeling lost down at the club trying to shake it off it s too early to dance so i m drinking scotch hanging with the germ at the bar in my flip flops sixteen fifty and a gram of weed i m a conduit for my own insanity so i hit the bricks relax my mind turn the music up glide along under the streetlights across the city i make the rounds and when last call comes i m finally coming down and as i m headed home feels like i made it and everything s alright so it s over and out another transmission from the late night