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A Day Away
by Evan Hause
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Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
I saw a man sitting at the same bar
Talking to Joe (he's the 'tender)
He said, Joe, I really know
That as soon as I get home
My wife'll be watching a show
So why should I even go
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
I read the news in which ten men died
In a bus accident
It wasn't a pretty sight
Where were they going
What was their favorite drink
Did they ever know it would end like this
It really makes you think
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you'll find
Maybe a fortune
Maybe a coffin
Maybe a birthday
Maybe a new day
What is it all coming to
What are we all coming to
What is it all coming to
What are we what are we
What are we all coming to
I heard an old saying
That went kind of like this
The best laid plans of mice and men
And it always seems to end
You can fill the rest in
A lot is left to chance
So don't plan too far in advance
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
I saw a man sitting at the same bar
Talking to Joe (he's the 'tender)
He said, Joe, I really know
That as soon as I get home
My wife'll be watching a show
So why should I even go
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
I read the news in which ten men died
In a bus accident
It wasn't a pretty sight
Where were they going
What was their favorite drink
Did they ever know it would end like this
It really makes you think
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you'll find
Maybe a fortune
Maybe a coffin
Maybe a birthday
Maybe a new day
What is it all coming to
What are we all coming to
What is it all coming to
What are we what are we
What are we all coming to
I heard an old saying
That went kind of like this
The best laid plans of mice and men
And it always seems to end
You can fill the rest in
A lot is left to chance
So don't plan too far in advance
Gonna get to the back of the rhythm on the track
Gonna make it to the bottom of a bottle of Jack
And I'll sentence my senses to a bucket of expenses
That become a windowbox of bad coincidences
And the buzzards overhead that kind of hope that I'll be dead
Can meet me next door where a genie once said
You can never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Never, ever, ever, never, ever, ever, never
Know just what you may find
A day away
