And we're sitting in the car with the cops in the rear

And I'm thinking will they drag me

And we're pushing on the high got the bud in the BM

And when you turn around we're drifting now

High

High

And I'm sitting at a bar and the bouncer appears

And I'm thinking that he's looking at a bottle in my bag, no ID in my ???

But he just asks me how I'm doing

High

High

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

Away, away

Away, away

And we're sitting in the dark in the park in the fear

And I'm wishing for another

There is something in the sky, feel the sun, can you see it?

I don't know why I'm undercover

High

High

And I'm looking down the road smoking tune to the speakers

I think my neighbors have been listening

Ain't no banging on the door or complaints to the streets

I think that they'd did it if we could get

High

High

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

Away, away

Away, away

(Ooh, away, ooh, away)

(Away, away)

(Ooh, away, ooh, away...)