Some Days

written by Jake Stilson


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