Take me to the backpack days
Young, restless, and ready
Open books that Brooklyn look
Just kids in New York City
Second-hand bikes to the second-hand shop
Black jeans and records
Straight from class to the restaurant job
Choosers can't be beggars
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
Greenpoint down to Red Hook
The G-Train runs the line
Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every time
Drum beats on the summer streets
Rebels running risky
Sun went down, skyline crown
And then you kissed me
Young lovers walk the bridge
To lock their love to metal
You can count on the kids
To make love monumental
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
Greenpoint down to Red Hook
The G-Train runs the line
Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every time
One block to the coffee spot
Two blocks to the park
Five on five, all the colors
Three points from the arc
Exodus to the ocean
Far Rockaway take the A
Hand in hand in the Atlantic
Perfect way to waste a day
Lightning trapped in bottles
Uncapped up on the roof
Despite all the bullshit
We tapped into some truth
I might not miss the concrete
I might not miss the grind
But Friday night in Brooklyn
Worked every fucking time