Bohemia - Lyle Lovett

It’s another steamy night under the street lamp light

Way down in Bohemia

The bodies on the street, they’re just trying to beat the heat

Way down in Bohemia

And you can feel the sweet, sweet rides going by

The boys are shooting craps on the back of No. 5

Some poor fool just asked if I really know

What it’s like

What it’s like

To be alive

Way down in Bohemia

Way down in Bohemia

People passing by and you know they’re flying high

Way down in Bohemia

Dana says it’s fine, she says it happens all the time

Way down in Bohemia

And you can feel the sweet, sweet rides going by

The boys are shooting craps on the back of No. 5

Some poor fool just asked if I really know

What it’s like

What it’s like

To be alive

Way down in Bohemia

Way down in Bohemia