It's Friday night and I'm back again
With my old guitar and my trusty grin
And a bestie don't come in here sign
Tattooed on this heart of mine
From a dirty brown * carpet stage
I sing my song and I paste the cage
Stuck up here in the twilight zone
Staring out into the great unknown
Staring out into the great unknown
There's an old Hank Williams figurine
Hanging by a guitar string
From the pull chain of the Pabst Blue Ribbon sign
With a clock that stopped on half past nine
Yeah, the tap's on, the tap's on, the tap's on
Time ain't changed round here in years
Same sad stories, same old tears
Ain't nobody wants to be alone
Out here in the great unknown
You can find a stool there at the bar
Designed to take you nowhere far
They got a mirror back there at the bar
Back behind the whiskey shelves
Where we don't dare look back at ourselves
Just past the men's room down the hall
Barely hanging there on a plaster wall
A faded sticker on the old payphone
Says welcome to the bar
Welcome to the great unknown
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
By some cosmic wind we're blown
Out into the great unknown
Hopes and dreams and ash and dust
It all seems to either rot or rust
Souls wrapped up in flesh and bone
Heartbeats in the great unknown
It's Friday night and I'm back again