Winding streets, winding streets
That's where we will meet
Those winding streets
Winding streets, winding streets
That's where I'd rather be
Those winding streets
Cold night air
And the cozy bus that brings me there
Strawberries and coffee
Pinetrees and longing
To be there again
Take me back to when
We drove around in June
On a cloudy afternoon
Winding streets, winding streets
That's where we will meet
Those winding streets
Winding streets, winding streets
That's where I'd rather be
Those winding streets
I'll never forget you
I'll count the days 'til I see you again
Again
I'll never forget you
I'll count the days 'til I see you again
Again
Again
Again