Days That End In Why

And then you wake up on your lonely floor
One shoe on, one under your ear
And you’re not sure if the road maps on the door
Can tell you how you got here

And you go to a bar where loud men discuss
Sports scores that shouldn’t but somehow
Do involve cussing
That started decades ago.

And the next bar raises men
That also cuss, and shout outright
About which light beer is best and then
You pick a side just to even the fight

And the next bar is actually a winery
And you know you’re going too far
And though you’re in your finest finery
You’re still a little out of place

And at the next place they’re nineteen, maybe twenty
And after one song on the jukebox
You can see that there are plenty
That want you to leave so you think about it

And then they make you and you’re glad
You took a cab here because the good places
Should be open soon and Why are you feeling sad
When you could be having more fun with her?