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 b*** 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