11 O'Clock Friday Night - Hamilton Leithauser

Some silent night you’ll wander off

You’ll wander off without a thought

A thousand miles of city life

Without a crowd, in a black out

You and me and everybody else

You and me and everybody else

You and me and everybody else

You and me and everybody else

Your private style leaves me no room

Your silent ways, I can’t relate

It’s getting dark between the frames

I lost my light, you’re monday’s child

You’re monday’s child

You’re monday’s child

You’re monday’s child

You’re monday’s child