Way to End the Day

Last night I got wasted

So I could end the day

Old Joe Peña and I sat there well basted

As the blur bar faded away

I could smell the sweet sunshine

On my face, like when I was small

I could hear the chirping birds singing

While the orange and gold leaves began to fall

When I woke up, it was a new morning

I was only sick from the night before

The day attacked me without a warning

Like I was just in its way

In high isolation

Just my way (high isolation)

Reinventing the unending day (high isolation)

High isolation

High isolation

High isolation

Last night I got wasted

So I could end the day