[Intro] [The bass resounds, echoing into the foreground.] (mhhhhhhh, Tick Tock Tick Tock mmmhhhh Tick Tock Tick Tock) [Verse 1] Thursday, half past seven, I check the clock, Lights go on, but no one’s here to talk. The room that usually hums with life is quiet now, almost freshly wiped clean. [instrumental Scratching solo] A few are out and texting, saying, “We can’t make it in tonight.” Others send a little clip from somewhere in the sunlight. And one is training hard outside, putting up a fight, but it’s all good—everyone’s got their own way to start things right. [The music falls silent.] (mhhhhhhh, Tick Tock Tick Tock mmmhhhh Tick Tock Tick Tock) [Chorus] Thursday, half past seven—we’re here, we’re still near, even if only half show up, the mood stays solid, clear. We hold on to this evening, to the plan we always keep, no matter where the others drift—we’re still one team. We send our greetings round the room, everyone’s doing their thing. A little line for all the ones who miss it—just a friendly swing. A line that always lands, a line with easy beat. A line that lingers in the air—and still we like them all, hard to believe but sweet. [Verse 2] We hold our ground, stay easy, stay the regular crowd. Whether five, or three, or one comes through, we keep it moving, proud. [instrumental Scratching solo] [The music falls silent.] (mhhhhhhh, Tick Tock Tick Tock mmmhhhh Tick Tock Tick Tock) Because who’s missing still becomes the topic of the night, this evening isn’t just a meetup, it’s our weekly note in sight. (mhhhhhhh, Tick Tock Tick Tock mmmhhhh Tick Tock Tick Tock) [Chorus] Thursday, half past seven—we’re here, we’re still near, even if only half show up, the mood stays solid, clear. We hold on to this evening, to the plan we always keep, no matter where the others drift—we’re still one team. We send our greetings round the room, everyone’s doing their thing. A little line for all the ones who miss it—just a friendly swing. A line that always lands, a line with easy beat. A line that lingers in the air—and still we like them all, hard to believe but sweet. [outro] [The bass pounds hard and falls silent.] [instrumental Scratching solo] (mhhhhhhh, Tick Tock Tick Tock mmmhhhh Tick Tock Tick Tock)
