Midnight Avenue from Time Bomb by Michael Quest

PICK YOU UP TOWN, PULL THE VAN AROUND, TO THE OLD GRAVEL PIT
THE SUN HAS GOTTA GO DOWN, AND WITHOUT A SOUND, IT'S YOU I WANNA BE WITH
HIT THE DOOR LOCK, START THE SWEET TALK, THERE'S A TABLE SET FOR TWO
WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN, WITH THE CRICKETS 'ROUND, MY WORLD WILL END WITH YOU

CAUSE IT WON'T, WON'T, WON'T BE HARD HOLDING ON TONIGHT
IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS MIDNIGHT AVENUE
AND IT WON'T, WON'T, WON'T BE HARD HOLDING ON TONIGHT
IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS MIDNIGHT AVENUE

PULL THE VAN AROUND, TO THE CORNER OF TOWN, THAT HEADLIGHTS NEVER SEE
SCOOT ON OVER, AND PUT YOUR ARMS AROUND ME
CAN YOU SEE THE STEAM ON THE WINDSHIELD, TELLING US IT'S ALMOST TIME TO MOVE
CAN YOU HEAR THE REST OF THE WORLD, SAYING THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO PROVE

PULL THE VAN OUT OF THE MUD, AND INTO THE SUN, AND RIDE THOSE HEAVENLY AISLES
ON THAT LONG, LONG, TWENTY-ONE HUNDRED MILES
ON THAT LONG, LONG, EIGHTEEN HUNDRED MILES
ON THAT LONG, LONG, FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES

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