A quiet night - all stars are out
Disrupted by a roaring bike
He’s all alone - he’s going home
We’ve all been there before

Left nor right - no cars in sight
And slowing down’s a waste of time
The blinding lights - the burning tyres
We’ve all heard ‘em before

Hey bartender, one more round
I need salvation
For me this year’s been really hard
All I need’s one more
Fill the glasses to the top
Don’t be stingy
I need to drown my aching heart
Before I can go home

A violent crash - the street’s a mess
He’s got no choice but to confess
One last call - pour drinks for all
We’ve all been there before

And nów, out cold with broken bones
Again he won’t be coming home
A crying child - a distant sirene
We’ve all heard ‘em before