[Intro] [Clean guitar arpeggio, subtle bass line] [Verse] The clock-hand stutters in the well of noise, The week's slow sentence of our usual joys. Outside, the streets are filled with neon light, The same old stories told again tonight. [Pre-Chorus] A glass is raised! We trade the crowded bar! [Chorus] A choice of prisons, carefully displayed, Beneath a weak and solitary star! And is this it? The freedom and the cheer?! Is this it?! Yeah! [Guitar Solo] [Short, melodic blues-rock solo with emotional bends] [Chorus] Tomorrow, we'll be women, be a man! For now, the clock says Friday! SOON! [Outro] [Power chord feedback fade] Friday... Soon... [Clean guitar note fades]
