In the silence of the side street

In the whisper of the night

From the darkness of the empty hours

To the early morning light

From the hustle down on Main Street

With all its lights so bright

To the trucker on the highway

Pressing through the night

I'm in a European disco

And it's thumping out the beat

There's a jukebox in a cafe

Where the younger ones can meet

We got freezing Coca-Cola

We got anything you want

I can feel the back beat, yeah

Girl, but it's you that sings the song

Yes, I can hear your heartbeat

To me

And I'm sailing on your wind storm

Oh, I can feel the summer breeze

You've got me walking on my tiptoes

You've got me standing on my knees

From the mills way down in Pittsburgh

To the clubs of gay Paris

Ah, no matter where I roam, girl

You can always get to me

To me

To me

To me