A Good Day Is Hard To Find

On a Monday, I get up at 6

That's AM for you drunks

In bed before 9:30

That's PM 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 be all be lined

When one of us

A good day we may find

When Wednesday comes and middle week

Surrounded either side

Where optimism and pessimism

Every week collide

Halfway 'tween the paddle board

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