Cruising

Said yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah A scent of gold and nostalgia Pushes bars to open fire exits Leaving me On the run, on the run, on the run With Avalon Sunset on repeat In a 60's C heading Westwards, facing the sun It warms my heart To be on the run It's a pleasure to feel free It warms my heart It's a privilege to feel free It warms my heart Out there, cruising I crave fleamarkets And bookshops, old record stores And the scent of Mothballs And indian white linen Drinking port in "The Old Amsterdam" Out there, cruising Instead I find an original bottle of Denim It smells so happily free Lovebirds, looking straight into me Against the back of my heart Lovebirds, bang a little memory Leaving me, cruising free It warms my heart To be on the run It's a pleasure to feel free It warms my heart To be on the run It's a privilege to feel free It warms my heart Cruising