Verse ^7 I study up my hollow Piece of wood to follow ^7 A day that doesn't come To the lucky ^7 And I realize there's tomorrow But I would rather wallow ^7 In the rain then moods that seem So pot-lucky Well I'm cruising El Paseo In my off-white coup back '65 Or I'm cruisin down my own street And my hooptie says to me Emin You better hang on to your bench seat I'm gonna take you for a ride And I'll let you know When it comes, when it comes I'll let you know But don't stay up for me Don't wait up for me If I'm not home ITS THE SAME THING UNTIL THE SECOND CHROUS Well I'll be gone tomorrow Yes I'm on the road tomorrow So next time that I see you in school It won't be for too long COUNTINUE UNTIL THE SOLO | | | | | | | | | | | | |X2 | | | | |