Nobody Leaves 'Til Sunday

Drove past the last real stoplight somewhere around five Found this place at the end of a dark road — knew it when I arrived Tiki lights over the water, reggae low on the speakers— Cold drink in my hand before I even found a stool The kind of bar that doesn't put its name on the road— You either know it or you don't Tabs still open on the counter, phones face down on the bar— Saturday night in Islamorada, nowhere else to be Looks like nobody's goin' home… Nobody leaves 'til Sunday Ain't nobody say it but everybody knows— Walk in not knowing anybody— Walk out knowing every name Nobody leaves 'til Sunday Guy at the end of the bar knew every word to every song— Never caught his name but by midnight just sang along Couple said they came down for a long weekend— Two weeks later still waitin' on Sunday Some girl started dancing somewhere around ten o'clock— And after that nobody really looked at anything else Started as "maybe we'll head out soon"— Turned into nobody talkin' about it now Yeah… looks like nobody's goin' home… Nobody leaves 'til Sunday Ain't nobody say it but everybody knows— Walk in not knowing anybody— Walk out knowing every name Nobody leaves 'til Sunday People you barely knew two hours ago— Feel like the kind you don't lose when you go Nobody checkin' the time anymore— Nobody standin' halfway to the door Somewhere around two the dock got quiet— Not empty, just settled Same faces, same tiki lights, different kind of dark Some things you don't try to wrap up neat— Some things you just let stay Yeah… you just let it stay Nobody leaves 'til Sunday Ain't nobody say it but everybody knows— Walk in not knowing anybody— Walk out knowing every name Nobody leaves 'til Sunday And nobody's counting the days Nobody leaves 'til Sunday Still out on the dock when the sun came up— Islamorada does that to you Nobody leaves 'til Sunday