Late August night on the boulevard
Where the light is fadin' low
Crowded park it must be Saturday
Or maybe Friday I don't know

Down there young blood is lookin' for another
Someone's searchin' for an old
Colours fade away turnin' into grey
Neon signs start to glow

Cars are cruisin' down the avenue
Open windows, music is playin' loud
You can hear it in your ears
Feel it in your bones
They are blood and streets are veins
In the heart of the city

You can hear them cruisin' down the avenues
Open windows and stereos are playin' loud
Some cars are own, hard earned
Some are fathers', permission polished hard
Courage pourin' from the first-time wine
Girls are howlin' like a choir

You can hear it in your ears
Feel it in your bones
They are blood and streets are veins
In the heart of the city