Weekend love

Eyes like invitations

One seat left, and you moved over

And it was on

Conversation was

More than ordinary

Young girl bought the things you sold her

And on and on.

Summertime flies and

We got a little bit older

Got me so high but

Everybody comes down

Working it out, working it out.

Alright, guess it was a past life

I haven't seen you around

But it's alright, I'm alright

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

Soft light hits me on the high line

So go on fooling around

I'll be alright, I'm alright

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

Life goes on

New york, new arrangements

No more sleeping on your shoulder

I'm moving on.

In the park, there's a

Violin beginning

Like a movie kind of closure

And on and on.

Summertime flies and

We got a little bit older

Got me so high but

Everybody comes down

Working it out, working it out.

Alright, guess it was a past life

I haven't seen you around

But it's alright, I'm alright

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...

Soft light hits me on the high line

So go on fooling around

I'll be alright, I'm alright

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah...