Another Friday Night - Ben Howard

They found him in the gutter of the business end of another friday night

Someone had 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

strides

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 averted all before and distant ideas of death and thrills

And in absence asks 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

Its 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?