6th and Girard Lyrics

A person who thinks all the time
Has nothing to think about except thoughts
So, he loses touch with reality
And lives in a world of illusion.
I see a blue horizon
Under a Philadephia Sun
6th and Girard I'm on the run
As I turn an empty heart.
It takes a realizing,
That subtle smell could be the one

A blah blah by the sun
And the more I think about it
The more I can't live without it.
It is a simple pleasure
That early time and early morn
Something something blah
And the more i think about it
The more i can't live without it.
And I see the blue horizon
And it takes a realizing
That is a simple pleasure
Sittin on your seats of leather
That the more i think about it
The more i can't without it.