Saturday Night

As usual I’m late, what’s the difference I see the same faces

My attitude is plain, just the same as the vibe in this place is

I’m shaking hands and smiling, lying, about where I’ve been lately

The tensions multiplying and I’m dying to leave

It’s Saturday night and the party’s crawling

Did you hear the ringing the bottles calling

Week after week this is where I’m ending up

It’s Saturday night I’m already stumbling

Some guys are outside being loud and rumbling

Third weekend in a row that we’ve broken up

I’m quickly losing interest

I really hope I find it