We were stuck in traffic for forever it seemed
What was going on I wondered
A car-crash a fire or a beast on the loose
Or maybe some construction worker

Some construction worker a beast or a fire

I went trying my luck on the seventh day
I got on the bus like a runaway
I bet a five on the red and another five on the black
My baby isn’t coming back

She’s not coming back
I bet a five on the red
And another five on the black

When I drive I listen to the radio
I heard a star on the rise from Ontario
She said “I love singing but touring is a bummer”
And “when I get to go home it feels just like summer”

It feels just like summer