To the Moon

Why does time feel like it’s wearing me down

While I’m cuffed to my chair

Hate how it feels when no one’s around

I’m kinda missing my crowd

Forty hours in a week

I wake up and repeat

I wake up and repeat

I wake up and I know that I will see them all tonight

We’ll be howling at the moon

Arms locked and we’re stumbling through the night

I know that we’re not done

We’ll be slinging gin & juice

Gonna make this last ‘til morning light

I know that we’re not done

Let’s get another one

And go howling at the moon

Now I’m back in my cage, coming down from the night

It’s a voluntary fight

Don’t make enough that I save, but I’ll figure it out

This screen is burning my sight

Forty hours in a week

I wake and fall asleep

I wake and fall asleep

I wake because I know that I will see them all tonight

We’ll be howling at the moon

Arms locked and we’re stumbling through the night

I know that we’re not done

We’ll be slinging gin & juice

Gonna make this last ‘til morning light

I know that we’re not done

Let’s get another one

And go howling at the moon