Take me to the backpack days Young, restless, and ready Open books that Brooklyn look Just kids in New York City Second-hand bikes to the second-hand shop Black jeans and records Straight from class to the restaurant job Choosers can't be beggars Lightning trapped in bottles Uncapped up on the roof Despite all the bullshit We tapped into some truth Greenpoint down to Red Hook The G-Train runs the line Friday night in Brooklyn Worked every time Drum beats on the summer streets Rebels running risky Sun went down, skyline crown And then you kissed me Young lovers walk the bridge To lock their love to metal You can count on the kids To make love monumental Lightning trapped in bottles Uncapped up on the roof Despite all the bullshit We tapped into some truth Greenpoint down to Red Hook The G-Train runs the line Friday night in Brooklyn Worked every time One block to the coffee spot Two blocks to the park Five on five, all the colors Three points from the arc Exodus to the ocean Far Rockaway take the A Hand in hand in the Atlantic Perfect way to waste a day Lightning trapped in bottles Uncapped up on the roof Despite all the bullshit We tapped into some truth I might not miss the concrete I might not miss the grind But Friday night in Brooklyn Worked every fucking time