sometimes there's nothing like
putting the top down
letting the wind mess through your hair
the radio playing your song
and you're
just cruisin'
you pass by your old neighborhood
by an old yellow bus on its oposite way
the scattered clouds working your imagination
the sunny weather like old first times
and you're
just cruisin'
ahhh like first times, it all makes sense and it all feels good
and you couldn't get it more right
a lost love, a lost job
whirling by and gone in a colorful panorama
and you know it
you know it now, a first moment, a perfect moment,
you turn the radio up and hit the pedal as you break through
and you smile
and you're
just cruisin'