"Luckie Street"

Let's count the days until winter comes our way
We're all tired and ready to breathe
And there's a rumor that

There's a bitter cold chill in the air.
It's haunting every breath we take.
The hint of alcohol and nicotine it keeps us warm inside.
So all your fashion sense aware, the sweaters unfold themselves.
We are all alone, but we're better off by ourselves.

It's time to roll the windows down and
Feel the cold air all around.
We are heading out of town and
Not a thing can stop us now.
Get carried away.