Smoking Was a Day Job

Meeting in the backyard We brought cigarettes, beer, and a game of cards Doing nothing was alright We were chilling out - not killing time Every week soccer in the park Followed by a stop at the closest bar Where we all agreed our strategy Each time sealed with another beer Smoking was a day job We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown But whatever we were after And how we spent our time Nobody could mind Tired of the sidelines Tired of regretting what we didn't try Bragging was quickly learnt We had no second chance to impress a girl Seeking love, making out We thought we had it all figured out Going out, sleeping in My heart got stabbed with a lovers pin Smoking was a day job We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown But whatever we were after And how we spent our time Nobody could mind Ahead a whole life to demystify Nothing that we did felt like giving in We picked straws and got on with it Not yet distracted by my thinking About what it was and what it is