6,5,6,11

It was a 1969, July 4th, three-day weekend

The Friday midnight sky gleamed red, white, and blue

Community college kids trying to make most of the summer

Because moving up and on is what you're supposed to do

'75 came, he hadn't seen her in a while

But he'd heard she's doing just fine without him

It was no one's fault

Time and distance were to blame

But sometimes he wondered if she felt the same

'Cause every Friday, July 4th

Without fail, his mind was swarmed

She lived rent free there, of course

Like clockwork six, five, six, eleven

Years go by and seasons change

But one feeling remains the same

She's the one that got away

Six, five, six, eleven

Six, five, six, eleven

It was a 1980, July 4th, three-day weekend

The Friday midnight sky gleamed red, white, and blue

He was almost thirty, pining for a past that had no future

Still longing for someone he barely knew

'86 came, he got laid off and took to gambling

Counting cards and trying not to draw attention

The accounting firm had been a shit job anyway

And this was just another dishonest living

But not a killing, to keep security off his case

Still, every Friday, July 4th

Without fail, his mind was swarmed

She lived rent-free there, of course

Like clockwork six, five, six, eleven

Years go by and seasons change

But one feeling remains the same

She's the one that got away

Six, five, six, eleven

Six, five, six, eleven

He said, "This may all sound crazy, now, it's 1997

And it's been twenty-eight years, but I don't want to get to heaven

Without telling you the truth

That I have loved you all these years

And I just wanna shoot my shot

Instead of dying with the fear"

'Cause, every Friday, July 4th

Without fail, my mind is swarmed

'Cause you live rent-free there, of course

Like clockwork six, five, six, eleven

Years go by and seasons change

But one feeling remains the same

You're the one that got away

Six, five, six, eleven

Six, five, six, eleven

Six, five, six, eleven

Six, five, six, eleven