I heard you singing I Turned Into A Martian Down on Franklin Street I offered you a ride and you motioned "I'll take you up on anything" She checked her lipstick, she's gonna freak out One of these days you'll see Before she panics turn the radio on There's something about the way she sings Behind the door, paid vacation and the Gang of Four Is there some place you have to be? She said "drop me here, by the bells on Main Street" She checked her pockets then she gathered her things And she made her way down North Front Street I shook my head, smiled, laughed through my teeth And then I hooked a left on Green Spotted an old friend, we used to raise hell back in '93 He hitched a ride and we were carrying on It reminds me how we used to sing to Paranoid, nervous breakdown, I want something more Give you nothing and you give me the creeps Like you always did Like the times we went crazy And I heard 13 songs Riding downtown in my girls car And there's no place I'd rather be Just leave me here By the bells on Main Street