I’m walking in, and greeted with a smile
I keep my bottle to my chest
I know you, and them and she is fine
I might offer her the rest
Scan the crowd
Every face in a quite familiar place
Tomorrow’s free and so are drinks

As far as I know
I hope, at least, till the end
You’re surrounded by your friends
And they all know, that you’re all right.

The things they do are really not so new
You're better off to just have a blast
Oh the shoulder that you got the last
Oh [bad word] 
So cuss to your home
That it hurts
Not a hundred yards from work
Everything all around
And still familiar

In the end, you’re surrounded by your friends
In the end, you’re surrounded by your friends

I hope that they heard what you spoke
For a hundred bowls of grow
What'd he say what he'd seen

Boy I'm afraid that
I hope at least in the end
You’re surrounded by your friends
They all know that you were right

You’re surrounded by your friends
In the end, you’re surrounded by your friends