Look to the city with no place to park the rambler
In every corner of the eye
Seems like no one's got the best of dignity
My options have all been refined

Everyone looks at you in the second floor rooms
The winners and the losers, could be destiny masters
I pound the pavement, wreck my shoes, and it's no lie
But then I go to Jack's Place and let the hours fly

CHORUS:
Saving up some fine time
Saving up some fine time
Saving up some fine time
Saving up some fine time

Doing that and doing this in so many ways
In a hundred mile radius, I start a new craze
Though it's been five long years, nobody wants to know
In the end, you get what they owe

Like a salesman beating the door, I'm playing to the floor
Just another wannabe on Hawthorne Blvd
I pound in the pavement in the sun and it's no lie
Then I go to Jack's Place and let the hours fly

REPEAT CHORUS:

I'm done showing my trades, my throat feels dry
At Jack's Place, the house band's gonna make the hours fly
It was 1992, what got into you
Was the year you learned all types of blue

REPEAT CHORUS: