Days That End In Why

Been playin' twenty questions with forty-four cans Twenty four-seven 'til I understand I sent a prayer up for a helpin' hand But it musta got stopped by the ceiling fan I'm starin' at in this half-full bed Lookin' for a reason that I ain't found yet I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go But, hell Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why Like why she finally threw in the towel With her makeup bag and her hand-me-down earrings And why she never felt the need To tell me what I did, why she packed her things And why she left me searchin' at the bottom of this bourbon I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go But, hell Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why Whether it's them "damn, I miss you" Tuesdays That keep me up all night Or them "take me way back" Wednesdays That drift back through my mind I know how a goodbye sounds when it's pedal down in taillight glow I know what she said, and I won't forget where she told me to go But, hell Ever since them Goodyears pulled right out my dead grass drive It's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why Oh, it's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why