Stevie Taite - Friday Night lyrics

To this point in time the ride had been rough But the demand on posture to counter the motion would be forgotten As impatience fermented foretaste We took the detour, Pa**ed crisp, transparent slopes Where mostly water fell into man made lakes And the now distant mountains, with their treacherous descent would become Embellished with a layer of illusory snow At last we could switch off the noisy engine And recline in our cerebral comfort Intentionally stalling, windows fogging, distorting and enhancing the views. Tunes shared through the muffled transmission of inarticulate hosts Maybe a fools paradise from a wiser angle We didn't care! This place was familiar and easily accessible. But we knew if we did not leave before darkness fell we could not return home safely from here.