Last Friday Portical

Fifth track on that black and white album
Kinda name you know never sick of the sound of
Any song, any year, you'd hear

So I went to the rock show, 'cause they can play the banjo
Gettin' down to the rhythm even there in the back row
Didn't know all the words, but I thought I saw you looking at me

You can call it coincidence that my fit
Was black on black, no print, but I sit
Here on my own, oh why can't I leave it alone

I can feel it comin' in the air tonight
I don't know why
And I can hear it callin' out my name, but I
I tell you it's fine

'Cause last Friday I spent all of my money
Not even really knowing why
So you can go and spend your time along
And maybe I'll give this a try

Had the top off my Jeep in the summertime heat
With the wind in your hair, 'twas a summertime feat
When you were playing Cherub, gettin' lost in a transient beat. Eah