Friday Night

All of our heads in the clouds
And I remember staying up all night
In a haze to the sweetest sounds
When I said
Delicate to the sights
And I can never feel the calm I felt
Witnessing headlights drive into our eyes
When I said, we’re not ready to go back home
Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
Let the open road bring us back down
All of the smoke in our lungs
And I remember burning up daylight
Passing the head of the summer’s final sun
When I said, we’re not ready to go back home
We’re not ready to go back
Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
Let the open road bring us back down
Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
Let the open road bring us back down
Keep on passing the trucks, the trucks
Keep on passing the drugs, the drugs
Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground
Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down
We’re not ready to go back home
We’re not ready to go back, no, no, no