HAPPY HOUR (Live from Red Rocks)

I don't know why they call it happy hour

'Cause I'm here feeling bad

Drinking whiskey but I'm sour

'Cause she ain't coming back

And I'm looking 'round the bar

Half drunk and half mad

'Cause they call it happy hour

'Cause everybody in here is sad

So sad

It's sunny and it's seventy-five

What the hell am I doing here?

Staring at a half-lit neon sign

And I don't even like that beer

It's like nobody wants to be in this place

But nobody wants to go home

Ain't it funny how we're all in here together

But we're all sittin' all alone

So I don't know why they call it happy hour

'Cause I've been feeling bad

Drinking whiskey but I'm sour

'Cause she ain't coming back

And I'm looking 'round the bar

Half drunk and half mad

'Cause they call it happy hour

But everybody in here is sad

So sad

All the drunks drink for cheap

Shit that's what they should call it

All got somewhere to be

But we're all alcoholics

So we numb all the pain while the sun's still in the sky

But damn, what's more depressing than a fucking hangover at night

My stupid ex got me blocked

I got some bills that ain't paid

I got a truck in the shop

Ain't got no smile on my face

Yeah, we might save a few bucks

But that ain't saving our soul

So I don't know, I don't know

I don't know why they call it happy hour

'Cause I'm here feeling bad

Drinking whiskey but I'm sour

'Cause she ain't coming back

I'm looking 'round the bar

Half drunk and half mad

'Cause they call it happy hour

But everybody in here is sad

So sad