Lyrics

We threw out the fall We knew it'd still be there When we moved There's no mountains in this neighborhood But the view from this roof But the view from this roof Isn't bad The same songs never sound old When they're played on your car radio The same songs never sound old When they're played on your car radio This last chorus won't last the ride So we'll get out and we'll sing it ourselves This last chorus won't last the ride So we'll get out and we'll sing it ourselves (Lake street was three years too late This song won't last the whole ride)