Cruising - black midi

Cruising with Amapola

Coming through my Rolls' radio

Down Main Street, through Melrose

And down to the boardwalk

Looking for the last mark 'fore the unknown

No fooling

They all did make their bed

Cruising with lovely Amapola

Telling me she loves me so

Can any centenarian authentically recall a time where they felt anything at all?

I thought not, I know not, not me sir, no no sir, not me

Useless begging

A left turn to the docks

Our man works day and night

That’s all son

Always another, always one more

Another dance, another swing

Another night, another fling

Another race, another scene

Another time, another theme

Cruising with Amapola

Telling me, «please don’t go»

One last score, One last hit

One last Thrill, One last miss

One last Rush, One Last Go

One last try for the late night show

Amapola, Amapola, how I long to hear you say

«I love you»