Same Story, Different Saturday Night

There's a pretty girl all alone, crying in her double

She's blowing up her boyfriend but he ain't picking up the phone

There's a whiskey talking guy and he's stirring up some trouble

I bet ten bucks he'll throw up in the Uber ride back home

There's a sash wearing white veil tearing up that empty dance floor

And one that's had too many, who's swearing just one more

It's the same story, different Saturday night

We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights

Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice

It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night

Same old story

Well a dive bar is a dive bar, no matter where you're sitting

For every broken heart, there's a broken bathroom latch

Somebody's anchored down, somebody's bar stool slipping

Someone's kissing on a stranger, somebody's smoking out back

It's the same story, different Saturday night

We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights

Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice

It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night

Same old story

It ain't the kind of thing that's written in the stars

Yeah, it's the stuff you can't make up that's written in the bars

Yeah, It's the same story, different Saturday night

We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights

Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice

It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday

Same story, different Saturday night

We're all playing our part underneath the weekend lights

Just a bunch of neon hearts poured out over ice

It's the same story different Saturday, Saturday night

Same old story

Every Saturday night

Same old story