Sheer Mag - Point Breeze lyrics

In the light of the day we're whistlin dixie Walkin down the street seeing nothing but gray My vice is running out of steam If my intentions are good and its still f**ed up well What does it mean No point the streets are changin A white breeze is blowing through them No point the buildings changing I want some way to live In the dead of night this town is coming up bright lights Which way to the fire? There's a brick through OCF and i'm walking by myself