Right Time, Wrong Location

One drink too many
And one bold request
What a night I had myself
And I anticipate the rest
And the lights are low in Philadelphia
Your laughter sends chills up my spine
If there's such thing as knowing in an instant
An instant was far too much time

Oooh oooh oooh

One drink too many
Man hops behind a wheel
What a night he had himself
Losing track of what is real
And the lights are low in Philadelphia
No fluorescent helping hands
Airborne in a '65 Camaro
No place left to land

Oooh oooh oooh

Can we carve out our paths?
Fire comes out with breathing
The water it runs 'til it trickles home
Stars choose to live without a ceiling



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Scott Lucci, Shane C Woods, Jordan B Caiola
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