sure friends all sing and gather 'roundnand you're looking good this fine morningnwe'll have more beer then we'll go homenand i'll walk you back holding your armnnthe morning light burns in your eyesnyou pull your coat tight from the coldnmy hands are blue, our sky is goldnand i'll stay with you until we're oldnnthe cars roll by and out of sightnfor morning shifts and check-in linesnand we tell jokes to pass the timentelling stories of out other livesnnyou pull the sheets back from the bednyou brush your teeth and fall asleepni'm tireder than i used to bensometimes i'm cold and i can't breathennbut i like the way you curl your toesnand wrap your arms under your headnsome nights are better than the restnsome nights are too good to forget