Friday Afternoon - 311

Friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air

We’re going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there

The words just poured out of you like a melody

I just could not believe the things you’re telling me

Come closer, come closer

Nothing could be half so compelling

As you and me, our senses telling us where to go

You give me quite a show

We’re stretched out horizontal throttle down

Upon the ground and always taking it slow

Here we go

I taste the salt on your skin and then it’s really beginning

I got the message you’re sending

Go again and again 'til we’re spent

I hear somebody coming

Maybe a year went by

Could be two lifetimes

But I know it’s building up again