Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Early morning sun shines through the bubbles in my bed
The whistle on the westbound leaves a come on in my ear
I think today is Sunday but I'm just to drunk to say
But there ain't no to sweat it hell its just another day

[Chorus]
Everything is kinda all right
We going to make it through the long night
Everything is going to work out all right
As Long as we keep moving on

[Verse 2]
Last nights cigarettes are still smoking in my mind
I need to get myself together but I just can't find the time
I'd like to go to California but you can't get very far
On an empty pack of Zig-Zags and a out of tune guitar

[Chorus]