Cruisin´ Borås Nights

Sun setting low on a Friday night. My boys taking off,

ain't nothing but a good time in sight. With his buddies in their cars,

windows down and the radio loud. They're laughing and singing, not a worry

in this crowd. City Gross is calling where the laughter's so bright. Sneaking some snacks

for the long drive tonight. With fries from McDonald's, they're living their

dreams. Chasing those stars so young and free it seems. Oh,

cruising these boreau's nights with the wind in their hair and the world

in their sights. Those moments are golden, can't trade 'em for gold.