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 For he was 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 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 stand still With 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? --- Another Friday Night - Ben Howard