Well I've been, been thinking
There's something I'm not talking about
The whispers have found me

Inside the shadows of my doubts

I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm doing wrong

And everybody's known all along so take me away
Way back to that 4th street feeling now
When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet


Well I've been I've been aching
To slip an eight track on again

Eyes closed and head back
The sweet smell of summer sin


I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm just doing wrong
And everybody's known all along so take me away
Way back to that 4th street feeling now

When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet

It was perfect and strange

Living life with that 4th Street feeling now
Who am I to think I could just run away
I could just run away

Baby, I could just run away

But everybody's known all along so take me away

Way back to that 4th street feeling now
When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet


It was perfect and strange
Living life with that 4th Street feeling now
Who am I to think I could just run away

Who am I to think I could ever run away
Who am I to think I could just run away
Way back to that 4th Street feeling now