Days That End In Why

Been playin' twenty questions with twenty-four cans

Twenty-four seven ’till I understand

I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand

But it musta got stopped by the ceilin' 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 good years 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 good years 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 good years pulled right out my dead grass drive

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

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