After a hard day of nothing
it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I'm just in the mood
To take my place in that loud mouth
You're like a picture on the fridge
Now I just stay at the house
Call your name out loud and clear
Cause here comes the regular
I'm not the only one here
And once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms
I'll take a great big whiskey
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
Cause here comes the regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Kneeling alongside all sad eyes
This opportunity knocks once
All I know is I'm sick of
A fool would waste his life,
First the light, then the color goes up
And the wind begins to blow
I'll pay you back last call
First the glass that leads the pass
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall,
4.7
