| Song | Friday Afternoon |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Stage AE, Pittsburgh, PA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |