[Intro – drum solo] --- [Verse 1] Friday night, lads queue for their turn, Another pint pulled, the barrel still churns. He's at the bar, actin' like he's fine, But his eyes stay glued to the “Restroom” sign. --- [Bridge] She's in the corner, her red dress shines, A chance he missed or just another decline? His mate nudges, says, “Go on, lad, try,” But he just laughs, sayin’, “Not tonight, I’m too shy.” I'm too shy, I'm too shy. --- [Build-up] [The band gets louder, guitars rise – tension increases] --- [Chorus] Friday the 13th, she left on a train, The pub stays open, but it won't ease the pain. A local lad, stuck in the same old scene, While she’s out there, taking bigger dreams. He acts all calm, but his friends know the truth, She's still in his head, stuck like a chipped tooth. The pints keep flowin', the banter's loud, But her voice is louder when the night calms down. --- [Instrumental – short break] --- [Chorus 2] Friday the 13th, she's gone with the rain, Every pint he downs just sharpens the pain. A local lad, tryin’ to rewrite his scene, But it's always her, stuck in his dream. [Drop] Luck's worn thin, maybe it's just the game, The one he’s been lost since she took her train. She's the type who belongs under London's finest stars, And he’s the block who lets the past slide by. --- [Instrumental – riff, return of energy] --- [Chorus 3 – final] Friday the 13th, she left on a train, The pub stays open, but it won't ease the pain. A local lad, stuck in the same old scene, While she's out there, chasing bigger dreams. The chippy’s closed, but the faces remain, Arguin' over footy or a missed last train. His mate jokes, “You'll miss the next call,” But all he hears is her heels in the hall. --- [Outro – instrumental] [Soft piano over fading riff.] [Spoken] Same faces, same pints – 'til next Friday night. [End]
