Luckie St.

Let's count the days until winter comes our way 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 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 This winter is much like all the rest This season's changed since we've been away This winter is much like all the rest 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