This is the Daze

This is the Daze

This is the daze

That the rest of my days

Will be judged by

This is the drunk

That the rest of my drinks

Will aspire to be

This is the night

That I’ll sit quietly

Considering some of my friends

This is the daze

I’ll spend the rest of my days

Trying to understand

Well back in the day

They all called it a phase

And said I just needed to grow

But nowadays

It seems more like a craze

And if it will end, I don’t know

Well, one of these days

I’ll see through this haze

And learn what I need to know

But until then

The whiskey and gin

Will continue to glow

Well, this is the night I could sure use a night to come and rescue me…

But if he don’t show, well baby, then let’s go…

Guess the next round’s on me….