SAME DANG DAYS

(gritty slide guitar, heavy drums, rev it up)

Wake up to the buzz of the same old song

Coffee in a cup, boots gettin' dragged on

Clock says six, but I swear it's a lie

Feels like yesterday in a new disguise

Ain’t no map for where I roam

Just gas in the tank and a ride back home

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday rolls

Wednesday’s got me in a chokehold

Thursday’s knockin’, Friday’s fake

Saturday’s gone in a red tailgate

Round and round, the wheel don't change

Just the same dang days in a different frame

(let the lead guitar cry with a bluesy bend grit, distortion, a pinch harmonic scream)

Boss man's yelling from a neon cage

I'm just dreaming of a six-string stage

But the bills keep callin’ and the clock don’t care

I swear I'm breathin’ in recycled air

Same old steps on worn-out floors

Tryna find meaning in a locked screen door

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday rinse

Wednesday’s whiskey barely hints

Thursday’s tired, Friday lies

Saturday’s smoke in a moonlit sky

Round and round, it’s déjà vu

Every dang week got the same ol’ view

Maybe I'm missin’ the lesson here

Maybe life ain't clear 'til you shift the gear

But I keep spinnin' like a scratched up track

Each sunrise just brings me back

(soaring notes, fast runs, double stops, rock edge.)

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday crawls

Wednesday’s writing on bathroom walls

Thursday’s prayers, Friday’s lies

Saturday’s gone in a tailpipe sigh

Same dang days, same old beat

Just broken hearts on a backroad street

(let the riff echo out slowly… bend those strings like time is stretchin’)

Round and round and round again...