The sun says good night to the city
The light bounces off the asphalt
Joe, the host, rinses the glasses out
Many people settle down here
But in this bar I don't grow old today
I go my way, lost inside my thoughts
I hear the band coming from Lilly's Disco
And at the pinball table, I actually win a game
But it's not what I seek or what I want
Summer in the city, waiting for the night
And I go there, where they all are
Where the jukebox takes away my boredom
Summer in the city, I'm so tired of it
Is she anywhere in this giant sea of houses,
The girl whose friend I'd like to be?
We look at each other for a second, through blue smoke
But it's sadly much too loud for us to talk
Your eyes say shyly, "What does he want from me?"
And so it appears that I'm not the first to try
Summer in the city, waiting for the night
And I go there, where they all are
Where the jukebox takes away my boredom
Summer in the city, I'm so tired of it
Is she anywhere in this giant sea of houses,
The girl whose friend I'd like to be?