Racing Cincinnati
ADAM J. RUBENSTEIN, DAVID V. MOORE
August is hanging
This town out to dry
I bet we'll be the last ones
To leave town
Someones gotta reach
I guess that someone is me
I bet you'll the last star shot down
Lets be off tonight
While we're awake enough to drive
By this time tomorrow, we'll be alive
Yea, you're reading me lines from a song your wrote
It was something about a dragon of a girl you knew
That you lost on this road to hell
With me
Call it fate or bad luck
Nothing mystifies us
I bet you'll be the last star
Shot down
Summer's droppin' hints
While my hearts workin' edge
Walks the dusk of midday down to it's grave
Braver men than me
Have walked the lines asleep
Sing the praise of road to hell with me
Call it fate or bad luck
Nothing mystifies us
I bet you'll be the last star
Shot down
