Thereâs nothing going right
In the neighborhood
Iâm hanging up my heart
Just to call it good
You were always right
When you said you could
Pull me on through like I knew you would
We go inside out
We go outside in
Did I sleep like iron
In your diamond mind
Did I tear the veil
Did I cross the line
I would storm the heavens
Looking for a sign
I would leave it all leave it all behind
To go inside out
Outside in
Till I feel alive
In the state Iâm in
Late on a Friday
You know Iâm looking out for you
You were the one way
I could come back new
Summerâs on the wind
Round the very bend
We could chase it down
To the bitter end
Would you come with me
Would you drink my cup
If you take my hand would I give it up
Late on a Friday
You know Iâm looking out for you
You were the one way
I could come back new
Thereâs nothing going right
In the neighborhood
The sound of your voice
It would do me good