Wayhome from II by Young in the City

Wake up Mary
The sky is falling
Everybody's looking down
Wake up Mary
The future's calling
It's got a brand new sound

Hallelujah, Hocus Pocus
A little something in between
Leadbelly, Don Henley, Tom Petty and Queen

And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car

Short skirt, long jacket
Going the distance with me
Squeeze me baby, like a lemon
Till the juice runs down my leg

I can't take it, too much longer
Watching you walking away
It's not that you’re leaving
You’re not leaving
You’re just playing with me

And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my car

And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
Won't you get into my, get into my car

Young dumb, full of some
Animal instinct I guess
Your so pretty, your so pretty
Get the hell out of that dress
And get stoned, real stoned
Bring your body to bed

Let me give a whole new meaning
To getting inside your head

And it's all on the way home
And the way home is not too far
And it's all on the way home
Won't you get into my
Get into my
Get into my car

• 80s
• Alternative
• Indie Rock
• Rock
• Seattle