Some Days

Some days it's like I was born with a shovel in my hand Who would've thought hard labor would be in such high demand Ah, but it's best if I just get it over with Come this time tomorrow it won't matter a lick I wish I may, I might shrink away from the task at hand The sweat of my brow could start a river that'd flood this land Dayside dreaming of a reason for my time Nightside grieving the dreams I've left behind Some days Some days That mean old sun would like to burn me up right where I stand That I should work so damn hard must be a reprimand Am I paying toll on the original sin highway? Waiting & hoping & praying for a better day Some days Some days Some days