You sing like dynamite tonight As we race through downtown financial sectors glowing And we serenade with car alarms Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines Or tied down But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling And we're jumping off the beds we made New day lovers of electric light Stars of the skyline To the lullabies of afternoon neighborhoods burning We smell of gasoline Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines Or tied down But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling And we're jumping off the beds we made