[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Double shifts at the diner, Ypsilanti concrete glow Coney dogs and grease-stained hands, watch the clock hands drag slow Last plate cleared, neon signs bleed low I hit Snooker’s door, let the night take hold [Chorus] Thursday nights we’d roll to Larry’s, fire pit blazin’ bright Homemade stage, live bands wailin’, moonshine pourin’ all night Trucks lined for miles, fifty souls run wild No trouble, just beer-buzz hum and the moon hangin’ high [Verse 2] B-Rad bangin’ his tooty in the back of his rusted car Bands shred till dawn, we didn’t care who watched or heard or marred Complaints drifted in but we cranked the sound Dancin’ in the dirt till the last drop ran down [Bridge] Sunday mornin’ mushroom sammies, grease on the paper plate Head throbbin’ but my heart’s full, can’t erase this state Larry, Lionel, Bri—my other blood, my chosen kin Those nights were magic, where the world finally fit [Chorus] Thursday nights we’d roll to Larry’s, fire pit blazin’ bright Homemade stage, live bands wailin’, moonshine pourin’ all night Trucks lined for miles, fifty souls run wild No trouble, just beer-buzz hum and the moon hangin’ high [Outro] God I miss those days, the ones that feel like gold My boys, the fire, the songs that never grow old I’d trade all the quiet for one more night alive Chasin’ that high we found in Larry’s backyard drive