in progress

sitting on the ground, our gathering place (we talk with friends and plot our race)
in the sky above, so many bright lights (we count the starts and bid them good night)
astronomers in college, so full of themselves (they talk about the worlds certain end)
depressing sods, religious fools (they need to chill out and bend the rules)

bums begging for change, i dont have any money (and if i had some i'd just buy a beer)
i'd buy a beer and suggest the same for them (but I won't buy them one that's not why i came here)
my local brew pub stood the test of time (the legendary high street addition)
scarlet and grey to drink and play (a barfight and cop cars a permanent fixture)

an epic performance we had our fun (the people bobbed heads and cheers were earned)
we played our set written on whiskey reciepts (hastily written before our go)
the ground was shaken we stomped and danced (we caused a scene and cops were called)
drink your beers and laugh this is the end (dont go home sad, we had our fun)

for those who linger, poor souls without friends (quite and covered but hearts full of gold)
the town is empty and a noble pursuit (so go for a walk and take a look)
the night is thick with blanketing darkness (the best time to roam without fear)
whipping air cold reminds of englands weather of old (one day ill return and sample that wind)

our town is our playground in the night-time (we have our fun from day until night)
we are the players enjoying every move (the game is afoot and adventures abrew)
we roam around freely the blessing of our nation (walk without fear a wonderful thing)
without hesitation exploring and taking roads where they go (you never know where you'll end up bro)

walking up concrete block by block (the mechanical nature of construction)
looking at trees older than hell (generations of man died while it grew)
looking at buildings concrete and tall (our fixation points and lights of the city)
listening to the breeze a whispering lullaby (singing us to sleep as we walk and sigh)

ride on your bikes whipping air a beauty (ride through the stream and race through the air)
through empty streets at the right time (when people are gone and roads are bare)
rocks and pebbles bumping wheels the roads uneven (we never said it was luxery)
riding away from night until day (we make our way through the city lights)

through the streets of our fair city (so old and grand and new all the same)
glide through the air as it whips around (and let yourself listen to the whipping sound)
people are sleeping, lying in beds (tired as hell from jobs worked hard)
on the bare streets, never know where you'll go (thats the adventure of the open road)