Well I´ve been, been thinking There´s something I´m not talking about The whispers have found me Inside the shadows of my doubts
I get the feeling that everything I´m doing now I´m doing wrong And everybody´s known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet
Well I´ve been, I´ve been aching To slip an eight track on again Eyes closed and head back The sweet smell of summer sin I get the feeling that everything I´m doing now I´m just doing wrong And everybody´s known all along
So take me away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now
When everything I had could fit into my Chevrolet
It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away I could just run away Baby, I could just run away But everybody´s known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away Who am I to think I could ever run away Who am I to think I could just run away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now