Night Out
by Josh Rittenhouse

I can't have another drink.
I was thirsty as thirsty is thirsty for you.
The stage called out to the open-hearted.
Sing along to the tune of my cries.

Pull the car around for me, friend.
My good times have all come to the end.
And there's nowhere left to go but home
No, there's nowhere left to go.

All this time, I've been hungry like the wolf.
I've searched all your picnic baskets for scraps you keep.
Another night here in the barest cupboards.
I'm ready to get to the safe zones.

Pull the car around for me, friend.
My good times have all come to the end.
And there's nowhere left to go but home
No, there's nowhere left to go.

Every single time
Fallen out of line
a released defeat
you're never sweet, sweetie.
you exit so quickly
When the scene gets sticky
I dig out the keys
I'm done with on-my-knees.

Pull the car around for me, friend.
My good times have all come to the end.
And there's nowhere left to go but home
No, there's nowhere left to go.

Yeah, I'm driving myself right back home,
'Cuz there's nowhere else to go.