Happy Hour - Matthew Ryan

Well the clocks are quiet

Little Joe’s in jail

He got stopped late Sunday

Piss drunk and ordinary

Took a swing, no bail

And Clyde only smiles

When Mary Anne is here

You know she married too young

To a poor anyone

For money, for fear

It’s happy hour

The music is loud

It’s happy hour

Tell a joke

Light a smoke

Just let the day go for now

Now things aren’t the same

Since Toby was killed

For a while we assumed

He got fed up and moved

For his dream in Nashville

But we’re all moving targets

And it’s all for sale

Either a pearl shaped pill

Is killing your will

Or you’re tooth and nail

It’s happy hour

The music is loud

It’s happy hour

Tell a joke

Light a smoke

Just let the years go for now

Just let the years go for now

Now it’s barely dark out

But it’s falling light

Maybe I should go

Settle in at home

I could sit and write all night

But I’ve got trouble

That don’t let me move

If you had everything you wished for

Then what would you live for

And what would you lose?

It’s happy hour

Voices get loud

It’s happy hour

Tell a joke

Light a smoke

Just let your dreams go for now

Just let your dreams go for now