Friday Night - The Sleeping

All of our heads in the clouds

And I remember staying up all night

In a haze to the sweetest sounds

When I said

Delicate to the sights

And I can never feel the calm I felt

Witnessing headlights drive into our eyes

When I said, we’re not ready to go back home

Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground

Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down

Let the open road bring us back down

All of the smoke in our lungs

And I remember burning up daylight

Passing the head of the summer’s final sun

When I said, we’re not ready to go back home

We’re not ready to go back

Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground

Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down

Let the open road bring us back down

Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground

Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down

Let the open road bring us back down

Keep on passing the trucks, the trucks

Keep on passing the drugs, the drugs

Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground

Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down

Breathe in baby, I can’t touch the ground

Keep it crazy, let the open road bring us back down

We’re not ready to go back home

We’re not ready to go back, no, no, no