Friday night beneath The mirror ball glow Skates hit the floor And the old songs rolled Five bucks in my pocket Freedom in my hand Didnt need much living In a small town band Saw a red haired girl By the neon wall Caught her looking twice Then I nearly took a fall Didnt have a screen Telling me where to be Just a winding road And a little bit of gasoline If there was an Exit back to 86 Id burn these tires down And take that turn quick Back before the world Fit in your hand Before every answer came From a glowing glass land Give me cool summer nights And an AM radio A porch light promise And nowhere to go I'd trade all this fast life Every wire and screen For one more run down That road to seventeen Friday nights shoulder Pads and mud High school thunder Red dirt sweat and blood Coach screaming loud from The sideline grass Learning how to get up when You got knocked on your back After the game we’d Gather up the crew Hit the local arcade With nothing else to do Pac Man lights and A pinball silver shine Laughing with my friends Like we had all the time If there was an Exit back to 86 I'd burn these tires down And take that turn quick Back before the world Fit in your hand Before every answer came From a glowing glass land Give me cool summer nights And an AM radio A porch light promise And nowhere to go I'd trade all this fast life Every wire and screen For one more run down That road to seventeen No cell phones buzzing Through a quiet room No internet feeding Every fear and doom No big screen world Hanging on the wall Just a family close And a front yard ball We looked folks in the eye Made plans face to face And a handwritten note could Still make your heart race Now the years roll by Like a blacktop line Some faces faded Some stay on my mind But I still see that redhead Under that roller rink light Still hear those friends On a late July night Maybe you can’t drive back Maybe time wont bend But I keep that old town alive When the sun goes down again If there was an Exit back to 86 I'd burn these tires down And take that turn quick Back before the world Fit in your hand When a slow song a girl And a dream were enough man Give me cool summer nights And an AM radio A porch light promise And nowhere to go I know the past aint a Place that I can reach But its still out there somewhere Just beyond my headlights reach
