Motorcycle Drive By Summertime and the wind is blowing outside in lower chelsea and i dont know what i'm doing in this city the sun is always in my eyes it crashes through the windows and i'm sleeping on the couch when i came to visit you thats when i knew that i could never have you i knew that before you did still i'm feeling stupid nd theres this burning like theres always been i've never been so alone and i've never been so alive. . . . Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you dont mind and you smile you say the world it doesnt fit with you i dont believe you you're so serene careening throught the universe your axis on a tilt guiltless and free i hope you take a peace of me with you and theres this burning like theres always been i've never been so alone and i've never been so alive. . . . Where's the soul i want to know new york city is evil the surface is everything but  could never do that someone would see through that and this will be the last time we'll be friends again i'll get over you and you'll wonder who i am and theres this burning like theres always been i've never been so alone and i've never been so alive. . . . I go home to the coast it starts to rain i paddle out one the water alone taste the salt and taste the pain i'm not thinking of you again summer dies and swells rise the sun goes down in my eyes see this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home and i've nevr been so alone and i've never been so alive. . . .