One drink too many And one bold request What a night I had myself And I anticipate the rest And the lights are low in Philadelphia Your laughter sends chills up my spine If there's such thing as knowing in an instant An instant was far too much time Oooh oooh oooh One drink too many Man hops behind a wheel What a night he had himself Losing track of what is real And the lights are low in Philadelphia No fluorescent helping hands Airborne in a '65 Camaro No place left to land Oooh oooh oooh Can we carve out our paths? Fire comes out with breathing The water it runs 'til it trickles home Stars choose to live without a ceiling