Seize the Day

Well it’s 11 a.m. and we’re still sitting around,
trying to get off our asses and get out of town but the car’s not packed,
the drummer’s still asleep,
and we’re all hungover and there’s nothing to eat.

We could still seize the day.
Instead we light another jay.
We’ll never get anywhere, anyway.
There’s only the here and now, anyhow.

Well it’s 2 p.m., we’re finally on the road, and then a
BIG BLAM and the tire explodes,
so we pull over but we’ve got no tools,
and so we mill around like a bunch of fools.

We should have seized the day.
Instead we light another jay.
We’ll never get anywhere, anyway.
There’s only the here and now, anyhow.

Well it’s 9 p.m. and we just pulled up,
we’re late for the show but no one gives a fuck
‘cause we’re so happy just to sing and play,
yeah we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Somehow it seems we seized this day.
Somebody light another jay.
We’ll never get anywhere, anyway.
There’s only the here and now, anyhow.

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