2nd St.

Second street driving fast cars
Ocean views between concrete
You could still be in my front seat
You used to have a lot to say about
How the people look freer here
Right hand on your left knee
We'd roll these windows down
Turn up the radio loud and scream

Ain't it funny how it's all changed
You said something bout how bitterness spreads
And opposing sides of love starts every war
So you don't want to love me anymore
But it ain't funny how it's all changed
What happened to us babe

Second street driving fast cars
Ocean views between the concrete
You could still be in my front seat
I bet you'd have a lot to say about nothing
And I'd miss the way we used to
Roll these windows down
Turn up the radio loud and scream

But Southern California
It was never made for lovers like us
I hate the way we just
We fell into each other
And then summer after summer
I chased down every part of you that phased out
No it ain't funny how it's all changed
What happened to us babe

Second street driving fast cars
Ocean views between the concrete
You could still be in my front seat
Have you had time to think about
How you feel free now
Both hands on the steering wheel
I've got my windows down and the radio so loud
I'm screaming out to second street about you
without you
Second street driving fast cars
without you