A faded ticket hits the floor
I nearly sweep it with the rest
Then two small numbers catch my eye
They bring that
Friday back again
The letters barely show their names but
I don't need the date to know
I hold the paper to the light
And see exactly where we were
Row seven
12 and 13
Friday night, you next to me
Row seven
12 and 13
Friday night
I nearly sweep it with the rest
Then two small numbers catch my eye
They bring that
Friday back again
The letters barely show their names but
I don't need the date to know
I hold the paper to the light
And see exactly where we were
Row seven
12 and 13
Friday night, you next to me
Row seven
12 and 13
Friday night