Smoking Was A Day Job

Meeting in the backyard

We brought cigarettes, beer, and a game of cards

Doing nothing was alright

We were chilling out - not killing time

Every week soccer in the park

Followed by a stop at the closest bar

Where we all agreed our strategy

Each time sealed with another beer

Smoking was a day job

We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown

But whatever we were after

And how we spent our time

Nobody could mind

Tired of the sidelines

Tired of regretting what we didn't try

Bragging was quickly learnt

We had no second chance to impress a girl

Seeking love, making out

We thought we had it all figured out

Going out, sleeping in

My heart got stabbed with a lovers pin

Smoking was a day job

We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown

But whatever we were after

And how we spent our time

Nobody could mind

Ahead a whole life to demystify

Nothing that we did felt like giving in

We picked straws and got on with it

Not yet distracted by my thinking

About what it was and what it is