You sing like dynamite tonight
As we race through downtown financial sectors glowing
And we serenade with car alarms
Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines
Or tied down
But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling
And we're jumping off the beds we made
New day lovers of electric light
Stars of the skyline
To the lullabies of afternoon neighborhoods burning
We smell of gasoline
Nearly found ourselves buried beneath the powerlines
Or tied down
But we move like the lights of the highway past smokestacks falling
And we're jumping off the beds we made
