Traffic corridor, tropic treasure
What got us this far to this mild equator?
We need someone, something new
Something else to get us through, alright
Calling on the gods
Calling on the gods
Calling on the gods
Calling on the gods
You gotta meet me at the crossroads
You gotta meet me at the edge of town
Outskirts of the city
You better come alone
Just you and I and the evening sky
You better come alone
Better have some fun
So when the music′s over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music′s over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well, the music is your special friend
Dance on fires, ignition
Even in your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Writer(s): John Paul Densmore, Robert A Krieger, Raymond D Manzarek, Jim Morrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
