You're constantly defining what's left
A half-empty bottle of beer
A weight lifted, a weight on the next
Some days you don't know why
And high a-bove it's all clear
Pieces break apart, rearrange
The truth is plain but not seen
Broken out by weathered thoughts
Some days it's a bull to drive
Some days it's a walking dream
Some days like gravity dropping
Some days it pulls you down
Some days it's a bull to drive
Some days it's a walking dream
Some days like gravity dropping
Some days it pulls you down