I don’t suppose they’ll ask what happened or where the music went
Just like they never asked what happened the day I woke up bent
And of course why would they wonder why about that day I smiled
I told them all to wait right there and I’d be back in a little while
A winter or two came and went and yet I hadn’t returned
There’s happiness in my absence and this I know they learned
So now I sit and wait it out as drunk and high as ****
This life of mine I wish it done cause I am out of luck