Well I've been, been thinking There's something I'm not talking about The whispers have found me Inside the shadows of my doubts I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm doing wrong and everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet Well I've been I've been aching To slip an eight track on again Eyes closed and head back The sweet smell of summer sin I get the feeling that everything I'm doing now I'm just doing wrong and everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now When everything I had could fit into my Chevrolet It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away I could just run away... Baby, I could just run away. But everybody's known all along So take me away Way back to that 4th street feeling now When everything I had I could fit into my Chevrolet It was perfect and strange Living life with that 4th Street feeling now Who am I to think I could just run away Who am I to think I could ever run away Who am I to think I could just run away Way back to that 4th Street feeling now