I cut corners on the carpets nownI dance quarters on the windowsillnThe summer left me to a different fatenThis drastic urge will take some time to find its waynnI run head on into traffic in the afternoonnI log the longest miles alone at night inside my roomnWhere all directions lead right back to menAll my ambitions swim like driftwood through my dark sea of sleepnnAnd it will take some timenYeah it'll take some timenBut the dawn will comenYeah the tide will risennHer eyes swelled up in the bars soft lightsnI drank and watched her laughnAnd then we sang loud in the dying streetsnAnd I was so drunk my heart floated like a feather in the breezenI got so high off all the blinking lightsnThe colors painted in the nightnnMidsummer Classic blue and goldnThe city casts its shadownThe kettle boil heads for a rollnSundownings never getting oldnAnd underneath this crooked moonnI can smell the night begin to bloomnThe northern wind will change againnThen my geography will bendnBack and forth across the map until I reach the endnBack and forth across the map until I reach the endnnAnd it'll take some timenYeah it'll take some timenBut the dawn will comenYeah the tide will risenYeah