Where's that San Miguel when you need one? Where's the empty dance floor? We own those Tuesday nights I raise my glass for a cheer This time only tears came out But you know what I think About the jealous mystiques Seeing you and they killed long ago I'm in I'm the sleepover pal you never had I'm in Don't let this year and all its cycles get you down Where are those suburban nights? We want a raft to fit us both just right Where are those weekend trips? In the van it was bound to fight Stars forgot our deal On the east side we made it clear And the clouds got in the way that night Tonight it's coming out It took one beer to throw these scars out Tonight I'm coming down From the nights under the general's house