We drive past the Tower Bridge lights,

These deep delta summer nights,

The air smells like river old dreams,

Life is never what it first seems.

This town wakes slow,

Where do we go?

Always too hot,

This is our spot.

The feeling is loud,

Lost in the crowd.

We just keep driving,

Just keep surviving.

The Gold Rush built the city streets,

Historic moments and long defeats,

Old mansions stand where history sleeps,

The central valley always keeps secrets.

This town wakes slow,

Where do we go?

Always too hot,

This is our spot.

The feeling is loud,

Lost in the crowd.

We just keep driving,

Just keep surviving.

Midtown bikes and coffee shops thrive,

Just trying hard to feel alive,

We gather near the American River flow,

Watching the crazy currents go.

This town wakes slow,

Where do we go?

Always too hot,

This is our spot.

The feeling is loud,

Lost in the crowd.

We just keep driving,

Just keep surviving.

I lost my car keys right by the R Street tracks,

I thought my whole weekend schedule was collapsing fast,

A smiling lady saw them near the old train display,

She picked them up and saved my miserable day,

She handed them back with a truly kind, gentle smile,

Said, "Sometimes kindness stays around for a long while,"

She taught me that good things happen to you here,

I drove away knowing everything was perfectly clear.

The neighborhood bars feel like home base,

We always know every single face,

Our culture's loud and knows the real score,

We still wish that we could ask for more.

This town wakes slow,

Where do we go?

Always too hot,

This is our spot.

The feeling is loud,

Lost in the crowd.

We just keep driving,

Just keep surviving.