Sing Along

I don't know how long it might be
Till I get back out on the street
Trying to make my living in the bars
I was hoping maybe middle June
But that's like shooting for moon
Hell, getting back at all now might be hard

Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothing I can do
But sit at home
Praying it ain't the end
And I'll get back to work again
And that there'll be somebody left
To sing along

My neighbor's got a loaded gun
He ain't carrying for fun
It makes me wonder, should I carry mine?
So I got out my .38
Rememberred that I can't shoot straight
And realized, it wouldn't help me none

Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothing I can do
But sit at home
Keeping up the faith
And trying not to be afraid
That there won't be nobody left
To sing along

Like many other songs I wrote
This one's only half a joke
The other half is real and rather dark
But I'd rather laugh a little bit
And come off kind of sarcastic
Than sing about a man falling apart

Oh, it's a bummer, man
This really sucks
I had a killer plan
Now, it's all messed up
Nothing I can do
But sit at home
Picking my guitar
Just like I'm playing in a bar
Pretending everyone is here
Singing along

Oh, I know it's not the end
We'll get back to work again
But until then I'll just pretend
You're singing along