A Good Day Is Hard To Find

On a Monday, I get up at six That's a.m. for you, drunks In bed before 9:30 And that's p.m. for you, punks And all of us drink Trappist ale But wish the life of monks And a good day these days is hard to find We're the crow on airport runway Our fate already decided As the marksman in the watchtower Complains it's too one-sided When Tuesday comes, us hopeless bums Feel already derided And a good day, these days is hard to find A good day these days Full of "alright's" and "okay's" Full of backhanded compliments And the faintest of praise The pubs will all re-open And the streets will all be lined When one of us A good day we may find But when Wednesday comes and middle week Surrounded either side Where optimism and pessimism Every week collide Halfway 'tween the paddle boat And the wake of Golden Hind And a good day, these days is hard to find And the optimist and pessimist Are playing on the swings The optimist swings high and says "Let's see what Thursday brings" The pessimist jumps off and says "If God had meant us wings" And a good day, these days is hard to find A good day these days Full of "alright's" and "okay's" Full of backhanded compliments And the faintest of praise The pubs will all re-open And the streets will be all be lined When one of us A good day we may find Fridays and Saturdays Are greeted like old friend But every single minute On a weekend that you spend Staring at Old Father Time Wondering when will it ever end Down a long and winding road That's badly signed A good day, these days is hard to find A good day these days Full of "alright's" and "okay's" Full of backhanded compliments And the faintest of praise The pubs will all re-open And the streets will be all be lined When one of us A good day we may find