tonight on asher s porch i swear i heard you laugh like you did when we first met tried to catch your eye but you re too damn stubborn now to let me in five hundred nights spent by your side and i could ve spent five hundred more but this lonely mind it needs some time these lonely dreams need somethin to work towards it s easy to talk about the past wishin that time was in a frame upon your bookshelf i saw you crying in bo s lap talkin about life as if it was somethin you could pass or fail but it doesn t have to be a test all the things we did all the things we said there s no use dwellin in no it s the whiskey on your breath that s keeping you in a state of remembrance five hundred nights spent by your side and i could ve spent five hundred more we re livin in restless times no one wants to be tied to the selflessness of every hour five hundred nights five hundred nights