We used to walke for miles, never owned no car
We'd hitch our rides from town to town
Spending what time we had at the bar
There's something about mid-summer's Friday night
The smell of the grass and gasoline
Never failed to make this heart fonder
And i have never forgotten it seems
So Crawl out from under that thumb
We are bound for the sea
It's magic that makes us feel like we are standing
In the brightest light of the week
The air has a scent and it's graced
this little town with life
Even though all the work has run dry and
a life is kinda hard of hard to find
We could not have been more lost,
we knew where we belonged
You do what you gotts to stay alive,
they say that everyone one here can be born twice
So Crawl out from under that thumb
We are bound for the sea
It's magic that makes us feel like we are standing
In the brightest light of the week
A man takes a look in the mirror
sees a face that don't look like his
Behind darkened eyes hides fears and cries
He thinks you gotta be rich to win...
So Crawl out from under that thumb
We are bound for the sea
It's magic that makes us feel like we are standing
In the brightest light of the week
So Crawl out from under that thumb
We are bound for the sea
It's magic that makes us feel like we are standing
In the brightest light of the week
There is something alive in these streets tonight
Under the brightest light