The children are slow on my side of the city

they're all acting tough, they'relooking so pretty

they hide in the dark

cause bright lights are so deadly

the radio screams

their friends are never on time

they're never on time


and mexican boys are holding down the corners

heart beats in way to make your mother mourn ya

girlfriend sways quick from one side to another

they're holding their own

the trouble's never on time

it's never on time


well there's nothing in the world

that I want to see

there's nowhere

oh no where

that I'd rather be

than here with you

oh holding me here


and all the girls sell on my side of the city

they're looking so rough they're looking so pretty

shift is a drag 

the weather's always shitty

they do what they can

the men are always on time

they're always on time


and undercover cops

are looking for a sucker

always want to trade for a little treasure

they only ask once 

they only give the pleasure

they give you a life

the trains are never on time

they're never on time


well there's nothing in the world

that I want to see

there's nowhere

oh no where

that I'd rather be

than here with you

oh holding me here


so make your way

to the ocean

let the warm cool breeze

soak into your bones