Where It's At

It ain't in a high rise looking for a good time shutting down the city lights It ain't in the water floating like a bobber soaking up that hot sunshine As good as it gets, no that ain't where it is It's at 2 am when she's reaching' over Faded T-shirt

there's a destination a little up the road from the habitations and the towns we know a place we saw the lights turn low the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow pulling out jives and jamboree handouts two turntables and a microphone bottles and cans