That s how it was...

 That day you found me

Drivin by the wet streets of the city

With

Flu

With my dry throat, fever

And my empty dreams

But it was healthy find myself driving 

By the wet Street at 6:30 at the morning that Saturday: 

hear the sound of wet tires over the floor, 

see the sunrise not coomin on yet 

That,s how it was…