Weekend Love

Weekend love, eyes like invitations One seat left and you moved over and it was on Conversation was more than ordinary Young girl bought the things you sold her And on and on Summertime flies and we got a little bit older Got me so high but everybody comes down (everybody comes down) Working it out, working it out Alright, guess it was a past life I haven't seen you around But it's alright, I'm alright, ah Soft light hits me on the high line So go on fooling around I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah Life goes on New York, new arrangements No more sleeping on your shoulder I'm moving on In the park, there's a violin beginning Like a movie kind of closure And on and on Summertime flies and we got a little bit older Got me so high but everybody comes down Working it out, working it out Alright, guess it was a past life I haven't seen you around But it's alright, I'm alright, ah Soft light hits me on the high line So go on fooling around I'll be alright, I'm alright, ah