You spend all your life
Between the neon sign
Waiting for sunrise
While your hands are tied
Waiting
for a sign
You keep your head up high
You better take some lessons
On how to count your blessings If you ever wanna change
Now you're driving in a whiskey sour Always visiting the golden hour
In the golden hour At a shot of light pollution
And a spoonful of confusion In the golden hour
You spend half the night
Waiting for low tide
Trying to get it right
You better take some lessons
On how to count your blessings If you ever wanna change
Now you're driving in a whiskey sour Always visiting the golden hour
In the
golden hour At a shot of light pollution
And a spoonful of confusion In the golden hour
In the golden hour Now you're driving in a whiskey sour