Sean Nicholas Savage - Suburban nights lyrics

Flower on the field, love your parts Got old friends, gotta take it out of town Maybe she saw of the who's who's seen Maybe it's the winter, maybe it's the spring Seems like everybody's tire of the same old thing Drinking on a jar, working like a dog Maybe it's the dancehall, maybe it's the dark Seems like everybody's tire of the same old song SUBURBAN NIGHTS, ALL YOU DO IS DRIVE SUBURBAN NIGHTS, ALL YOU DO IS DRIVE ON AND ON I'm looking for a bite through it Up and down, man I've looked the streets Staring at the phone, waiting for a call Maybe it's the summer, maybe it's the fall Can't find anything I need in the west staying home Waiting on my check Maybe I'm cray, maybe that's why Seems like everything they do it's a waste of time (x2) SUBURBAN NIGHTS, ALL YOU DO IS DRIVE SUBURBAN NIGHTS, ALL YOU DO IS DRIVE ON AND ON