I walked up through the woods,
on Friday night,
up to watch the embers glow,
and drink beers,
didn’t have a way home,
didn’t have a plan,
didn’t really care,
just clinked cans and cheers
to hoping that your friend,
will let you crash at his house,
will let you have some booze,
and a spot on the couch.

It's not a song, just a little poem.