Days That End In Why

Been playin' twenty questions with forty-four cans

Twenty four-seven 'til I understand

I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand

But it musta got stopped by the ceiling fan

I'm starin' at in this half-full bed

Lookin' for a reason that I ain't found yet

I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow

I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go

But, hell

Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive

It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why

Like why she finally threw in the towel

With her makeup bag and her hand-me-down earrings

And why she never felt the need

To tell me what I did, why she packed her things

And why she left me searchin' at the bottom of this bourbon

I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow

I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go

But, hell

Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive

It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why

Whether it's them "damn, I miss you" Tuesdays

That keep me up all night

Or them "take me way back" Wednesdays

That drift back through my mind

I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow

I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go

But, hell

Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive

It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why

Oh, it's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why