Breezing through the rubble on the 4th of May,
I've been pulling my head down so they can't see my face.
Ah, third gear, fourth gear, fifth gear, scream.
I'ma get this now, see my dreams.
And I been dreaming of you, babe, all day.
And I been thinking of you, babe, all day.
And I've been losing my mind to the thought of you and me all day.
And I been looking forward to you all day.
I've been dragging my heels through steel and bone,
and I've been trying to sell my car and everything that I own.
And I promise I'll do my best, promise I'll be there soon,
dance you through the streets beneath the summer moon.
And I been dreaming of you, babe, all day.
And I been thinking of you, babe, all day.
And I've been losing my mind to the thought of you and me all day.
And I been looking forward to you all day.
And there's a house beside the river I've been driving past.
There's a school right by it, and by the telephone mast
there's the phone box that I call you from with the change I find
on the backseat of my taxi when the day is gone.
And I been dreaming of you, babe, all day.
And I been thinking of you, babe, all day.
And I've been losing my mind to the thought of you and me all day.
And I been looking forward to you all day.