I've got my gym shorts and running shoes
I've got a Saturday afternoon
Wristbands on my telephone hands
Four O'clock stretch for success

I've got the air of the suburb streets
Wind breaking against my knees
Familyfight from the lawn
Perfect grass but the marriage won't last

And I will give him a talking to but
I only speak when I'm spoken to and
The words emit experience
I said, 'I've been there'
But that's a lie
I'd help you out but I've got this life
If I had my way she wouldn't be your wife
Picked my feet up and ran like crazy
Some advice unappreciated

The sun retracts into the West
Lays his head on the horizon's chest
I will break my sneakers in
You'll fall asleep in your Sunday best
Transistor radio echoing through the streets back home
Every cloud to the city claps
I am soaked but I shout right back

Twenty miles outside of Chicago
The suburb drowns in avenging downpour


Lyrics submitted by vetursjor

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