(Main Vocal - MALE smooth spoken folk voice) [Intro Hook — big beat, upbeat first, bongo drums and tambourine, no vocals] **[Verse 1]** Out of the water, into the night, Fire's going and the timing feels right. One more drink, then another one too, Same old crew, just taking it slow **[Chorus]** (Catchy chorus, soaring vocals) Oooo, this is how the night begins, Hmmm, sun goes down and the stories kick in. Wooo, firelight dancing across the bay, Arhh, nobody's thinking about heading away. Oooo, this is how the night begins, Hmmm, cold drinks cracking and the talking gets loud. Wooo, smoke in the air and the fire burning bright, Arhh, just a bunch of mates killing time tonight. **[Verse 2]** Someone's cooking something over on the side, Someone's got the speaker turned up wide. We pass the joint and settle in deep, Talking about waves that were ours to keep. **[Chorus]** (Catchy chorus, soaring vocals) Oooo, this is how the night begins, Hmmm, sun goes down and the stories kick in. Wooo, firelight dancing across the bay, Arhh, nobody's thinking about heading away. Oooo, this is how the night begins, Hmmm, cold drinks cracking and the talking gets loud. Wooo, smoke in the air and the fire burning bright, Arhh, just a bunch of mates killing time tonight. **[Verse 3]** “Did you see that wave?” — “Mate, I was right in it!” “Yeah, sure you were” — and everyone grins. Every good story gets bigger with time, By the third retelling, that wave was mine. **[Bridge]** The fire settles down and the beach goes dark, Just glowing coals and a few little sparks. The ocean keeps moving a few metres away, And nobody cares what tomorrow might say. **[Final Chorus]** (Catchy chorus, soaring vocals) Oooo, this is how the night begins, Hmmm, sun goes down and the stories kick in. Wooo, firelight dancing across the bay, Arhh, nobody's thinking about heading away. Oooo, boards in the sand and the fire burning low, Hmmm, last cold drink before we go. Wooo, one more story, one more laugh, Arhh, one more hour before we hit the sack. **[Outro]** Salt on the boards and ash in the sand, Fire nearly out but we're still hanging around. The waves keep rolling beneath the moonlight, After a day like that, it's a bloody good night.
