Nothing to Drink on a Friday Night

The crowd is thinning and headed out The show is over without a doubt I'll make morning if I just hang tight Nothing to drink on a Friday night Nothing to drink on a Friday night All the girls are getting high Jeans and heels and days pass by I pray to God that I get things right Nothing to drink on a Friday night Nothing to drink on a Friday night The band's all saying it's okay I start to think it's the only way I can feel it grate my soul As I start to lose my self-control The wedding bells have come and gone The party goers all sing their songs I steal a frame and stay out of sight Nothing to drink on a Friday night Nothing to drink on a Friday night The band's all saying it's okay I start to think it's the only way I can feel it grate my soul As I start to lose my self-control The rain keeps on pouring down I start to slip on the steady ground I check the locks and turn out the lights