Luke Frees - Secondhand City

You're flying down Oxnard, a right on Vineland
You start to hear the bustle, then you see the signs and
You feel it in your chest cuz you know she's waiting for you
You pick her up at her place, take off down the street
You both feel the pulse of a third heartbeat
That's coming from this secondhand city
South on the 101, you're off to see a show
But first you drive to Silver Lake, to the Thirsty Crow
Then to WeHo, just as the band plugs in
The two of you meet up with a couple old friends
And no one thinks the night's ever gonna end
Cuz nothing stops when you're young in this secondhand city
And for just a little while
The week don't exist
And tonight's the only night there ever was
You wrap her up close
And she gives you a kiss
But before you know, it's last call at the bar
You take the long way back, just to make it last
All the cars on the freeway seem to go so fast
Then you get a thought and you turn around
You drive through the hills, find the spot with the sign
Where the two of you knew for the very first time
You're meant to be together, taking on this secondhand city
Yeah you're meant to be together, taking on this secondhand city

Written by:
Luke Frees

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