Friday night, got a call from the boys
they want to go out and play with the toys
bows and guns, and rods and reels
and anything that gets steered with a wheel

Maybe toss some washers and drink a beer
I said, I don’t know, but I’ll be right here
worked all week, sort of tired I guess
just want to sit and not deal with the mess

Of packing up the stuff and hauling it out
sure don’t want to listen to all of the shouts
quiet evening, doing my favorite thing
sitting right here just breathing

Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day

Maybe tomorrow I’ll hang with the Guys
hooting and hollering the fun will arise
buddy said "here, hold my beer"
it’s about to be the story of the year
swinging off the tire and into the lake

Later on that evening eating a steak
hot off the grill and a potato that’s baked
stories are flowing and so is the *****
Sunday morning I’ll need to go back on my cruise

Of Nothing
just nothing
it’s just what I need
sometimes it’s like being freed
from the hustle and bustle of everyday
I think it’s what I’m doing the rest of the day