I Was Having One Of Those Days

With The Morning Demanding My Number And Name

I Was Sober I Was Thinking I Was Losing My Way

And I Couldn't Pass It Off As Just One Of Those Days

So I Paused For A Moment I Paused For Old Times

There Were Troubled Littered Memories And Most Of Them Mine

So I Took A Swig Of Something Strong And I Offered A Toast

To The Times That Are My Ghost

Don't You Get Wise With Me

I Know What I Know Because I've Seen It With My Own Eyes

Could You Offer Any Clues Any Relevant News

I Could Cut Up And Use Them For My Own Old Song

Spin Me A Bottle Or Pass Me A Glass

I Want To Make This Dusty Old Vision Last

So I Clean It Up I Put It First And I Command It To Work

And I Think Of It As A Companion

And I Don't Want For Nothing From The Rest Of My Life

Except A Warm Hole To Crawl In And A Pleasurable Wife

And A Loyal Old Dog That Comes To Heel When I Call

Always Comes When I Call

Don't You Get Wise With Me

I Know What I Know Because I've Seen It With My Own Eyes

Could You Offer Any Clues Any Relevant News

I Could Cut Up And Use For My Own Old Song

That's Taken Too Long Working On Melodies That Don't

Please Incompleatable Going Nowhere Of Any Interest I'm Thinking Too Much About A

Girl In A World So Full Of Good Advice About Trying Everything Twice About Opening Up Moving On

I'm Singing My Own Old Song That's Taken Too Long

Working On Melodies That Don't Please