You know the kind?
You know the kind of day
When everyone else is smiling
But you're feeling under weather?
I know you do
Half the nation is medicated and under pressure
Where are you?
Tell me we can meet halfway for drinks
Get a taste of how the drunkards think
Spill some guts
Scream and cuss
And then stumble home
Zip up your coat
It's a little too chilly outside, where we're going
But sometimes you just gotta walk in the rain
Or walk it alone
If the person by your side decides to go home
So just be ready to deal with that pain
Maybe we should just meet up for drinks
Talk about the days when we did big things
Then leave all that back in the past
Cause half the nation has lost contact with the cats that they knew back
In the day