Friday night and you’ve just lost your will
You’ve got ‘em on the floor, afraid to make the kill
So you write your lines, you draw your breaths
Look over the shoulders and maybe pass the tests
So think it’s wrong or maybe think it’s right
Think it’s all about right here, right now, tonight
So taste the honey-soft sweetness of the distant air
And run your star-struck memories through its hair

Saturday night and you’re still on the rebound
But there’s just no girls left for you in this town
You’ve done them all and still you’re all alone
You have their numbers but they’ve got no phones
It’s all a joke and you know nobody laughs
Because you’re still tryin’ to live in the past
You have to seal your fate as you close your doors
And you’re just not seventeen anymore