I called in just to tell you

I can't hold my breakfast down today

Don't go looking for me out there in the yard

I'll try again tomorrow

But this could last all week

Hooky on a hot and sunny summer shady day

I've got a cooler in my van with all my favorite cans

Loosey goosey cruisin', Johnny's laying on the pavement bruising

That was outta sight, hope it heals alright

But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts

I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out

Smoking like it's going out of style

Growing out the bags under my eyes

Handing all my cash to Joe Canal

Tryna find myself some peace of mind

Smoking like it's going out of style

Growing out the bags under my eyes

Handing all my cash to Joe Canal

Tryna find myself some peace of mind

But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts

I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out

But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts

I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out

I called in just to tell you

I can't hold my breakfast down today

Don't go looking for me out there in the yard

I'll try again tomorrow but this could last all year