Luckie St. - Cartel

Let’s count the days until winter comes our way

We’re all tired and ready to breathe

And there’s a rumor that

There’s a bitter cold chill in the air

It’s haunting every breath we take

The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside

So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves

We are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves

It’s time to roll the windows down and

Feel the cold air all around

We are heading out of town and

Not a thing can stop us now

Get carried away

Let’s think about all those nights on Luckie St

We stayed up til 3 am, with all the gossip and the latest girls

There’s a bitter cold chill in the air

It’s haunting every breath we take

The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside

So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves

We are all alone, but we’re better off by ourselves

It’s time to roll the windows down and

Feel the cold air all around

We are heading out of town and

Not a thing can stop us now

Get carried away

This winter is much like all the rest

This season’s changed since we’ve been away

This winter is much like all the rest

It’s time to roll the windows down and

Feel the cold air all around

We are heading out of town and

Not a thing can stop us now

Get carried away