Mothers on the stoop Boys in souped-up coupes On this hot summer night Between fight and flight Is the blind man's sight And a choice that's right I roll the window down Feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town Feel broken down Feel broken down Doooooooooo youuuuuuuuuuu need me Likeeeeeeeeeeee Iiiiiiiiiiiiii need you? Or am I standing still Beneath a darkened sky? Or am I standing still With the scenery flying by? Or am I standing stilllllllllllll? Out of the corner of my eyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Waaaaaaaas that youuuuuuuuuu passing me byyyyyyyyyyyyyyy