Cool Night Homyakovv

I'm getting high on the views
In the cold night air
I’ve got nothing to lose
I'm going nowhere

I'm getting high on the fuse and the cool night air
I got nothing to do, I'm going nowhere
City lights below a distant memory
In the hills, the nights, the symphony

I'm getting high on the views and the cool night air
I got nothing to do, I'm going nowhere
Memory surged like a raging tide
I keep on driving, I ride

I'm getting high on the views
In the cold night air
I’ve got nothing to lose
I'm going nowhere

I'm getting high on the fuse and the cool night air
I got nothing to do, I'm going nowhere
City lights below a distant memory
In the hills, the nights, the symphony