Weekend love, eyes like invitations
One seat left and you moved over and it was on
Conversation was more than ordinary
Young girl bought the things you sold her
And on and on
Summertime flies and we got a little bit older
Got me so high but everybody comes down (everybody comes down)
Working it out, working it out
Alright, guess it was a past life
I haven't seen you around
But it's alright, I'm alright, ah
Soft light hits me on the high line
So go on fooling around
I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah
Life goes on
New York, new arrangements
No more sleeping on your shoulder
I'm moving on
In the park, there's a violin beginning
Like a movie kind of closure
And on and on
Summertime flies and we got a little bit older
Got me so high but everybody comes down
Working it out, working it out
Alright, guess it was a past life
I haven't seen you around
But it's alright, I'm alright, ah
Soft light hits me on the high line
So go on fooling around
I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
