Hey, waking up, please shake it out,
Does anything still move you since you're educated now
And all grown up and travelled so well?
Do you still hear the sound of thunder while you lie up by yourself.
Like you're waiting on this call and make your plans for great escapes
And there used to be in movement in the way you dress in red
From your hips all down like electric through the ground.
Now do you blow it out on Friday night?
See, if you wanna, you can find me on the hood under the moonlight.
Maybe you, or maybe you, do you believe it's still some magic left somewhere inside our souls?
Like I'm waiting on your call and make my plans to share my name
And I love the country movement in the way you dress in red
From your hips all down like electric through the ground