Friday night, not looking for love
Stepping out and I'm feeling a buzz
Start a fight, gave the bouncer a shove
Called the cops just to run from the fuzz
Glass of whiskey and a half pack of smokes
Making friends with all the demons and ghosts
Telling stories and I'll slip in some jokes
Yeah, I always keep my enemies close
Left the bar cause they ran out of beer
Stumbled out the door and mornin' was near
I almost thought that I was gonna go home alone
I lost track of all the times that I thought
All this fishing, man, it might be a lot
That was when I saw this girl walking past
What's the harm in throwing one more cast?