Asphalt burning, clock another round on the motor's head Four on the floor, smile on the face, lucky me Well all right Handle bars, motor card and Jim Beam Blank streets, stoner bars, a dead scene Now that the days are growing shorter Time means more and more to me Yes, I'm a father to my favorite one Oh, and it's much too much to believe Asphalt burning, clock another round on the motor's head Four on the floor, smile on the face, lucky me Well all right Now that the days are growing shorter Time means more and more to me Yes, I'm a father to my favorite one Oh, and it's much too much to believe