These are the days
These are the good ones
After this it’s all down hill
I got a raise
But something smells rotten
All good till you can’t pay the bill

Don’t know what this has to do with drinking
Hooking up, that’s all I want to do
But that old song’s got me thinking

Drink up all your sorrow
Drink up, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through

I’ve heard it said
Seen it written
You can’t stand still on a moving train
The seats are soft
Cabin’s air-conditioned
You can’t feel
The wind or the rain

You ride along laughing and drinking
Hooking up with whomever you do
But the train you’re on is a ship that’s sinking

Drink up all your sorrow
Drink up, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through

These are the days
Of ones and zeros
After this there’s nothing new
Of all the ways
We could’ve been heroes
Tonight’s the best we’ll do

I’ll figure out what this has to do with drinking
And hooking up when those days are through
As the harsh truth starts to sink in

Drink up all your sorrow
Drink up, it’s only tomorrow
Drink up, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through…