Hooky

I called in just to tell you
I can't hold my breakfast down today
Don't go looking for me out there in the yard
I'll try again tomorrow but this could last all week

Hooky on a hot and sunny summer shady day
I've got a cooler in my van with all my favorite cans
Loosey goosey cruisin', Johnny's laying on the pavement bruising
That was outta sight, hope it heals alright
But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts
I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out
Smoking like it's going out of style
Growing out the bags under my eyes
Handing all my cash to Joe Canal
Tryna find myself some peace of mind

Smoking like it's going out of style
Growing out the bags under my eyes
Handing all my cash to Joe Canal
Tryna find myself some peace of mind
But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts
I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out
But I can't make a living selling songs about my friends and my doubts
I can’t even tell myself I've got tomorrow all figured out

I called in just to tell you
I can't hold my breakfast down today
Don't go looking for me out there in the yard
I'll try again tomorrow but this could last all year