Three thousand miles away in an old laundromat Facing a red-brick wall, withered and baked by the sun Air stream from the drum Strange peace settles over me Like a lion in the cage, takin' a midday nap Not a clue what to do, who knows what you gonna get Oh-oh, oh-oh It's time to get into action Who's gonna tell me what to do? You know it may not be too late So come here and spin it up Walk about in heavy summer rain Everyway I go there's some sort of pain Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up Loud streets, honking horns, everything seems so real Marks of an old district, life on the massive scale Perched on the red Ford top Fading the letters barely read It's time to get into action Who's gonna tell me what to do? You know it may not be too late I got to come here and spin it up Walk about in heavy summer rain Everyway I go there's some sort of pain Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up Fate has other plans Hey it's alright, said don't live in the past Just don't wait and go now Let it flow away It's time to get into action Who's gonna tell me what to do? You know it may not be too late So come here and spin it up Walk about in heavy summer rain Everyway I go there's some sort of pain Only thing I need is some sort of luck, spin it up Fate has other plans Oh-oh, oh-oh