Another Friday Night

They found him in the gutter at the business end of another Friday night

Someone who'd clearly been there before

I didn't feel I had to ask him why

I have never understood why we need to know the reasons

For everyone else's strifes

Sometimes you don't need sympathy to get the words right

Caught in anguish

He was

Sometimes that's enough

And he was singing

Oh, looks like the end again

Her body bleachin' out into the waves

It's still the loudest thing

Oh, I wish I had all my friends

Somewhere drinking

The sunny afternoon

Into oblivion

But that's not your fault

How could that be my fault?

So we walked into a house party of someone

Someone somehow knew all about

And all the young girls turned up late and drank us all

To some kind of standstill looks of "heard it all before"

And distant ideas of death and thrills

And in absence asked the host if he had any left

And somehow I did feel like yesterday was ours

But it's gone

Yesterday was ours all along

And they were singing

Oh, looks like the end again

Her body bleaching out into the waves

It's still the loudest thing

Oh, I wish I had all my friends

Out there drinking the sunny afternoon

Into oblivion

But that's not your fault

How could that be your fault?