Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Work's a mess, everyone's a fool,
Can't quit or fire, gotta play it cool.
Need the cash, so I bite my tongue,
Thank the Lord for patience, whiskey, and a song.
[Verse 2]
Well Monday rolls in, the boss is on a tear,
Coffee's cold, and I'm feelin' the despair.
But I put on a smile, pretend all is fine,
Counting down the minutes 'til it's whiskey time.
[Chorus]
Whiskey and wishes, get me through the day,
Stuck in this job, but I'll find my own way.
For all the idiots I meet along the way,
I'll raise a glass of whiskey, grateful come what may.
[Verse 3]
Meetings and emails, piling up high,
Gotta deal with Karen and her endless supply of sighs.
But I keep my cool, keep the end in sight,
Dreamin' of the moment I can leave it all behind.
[Verse 4]
The clock strikes five, it's finally time to go,
Pour a glass of whiskey, feel the tension flow.
Thankful for the paycheck, the lessons learned,
And the comfort of my guitar, the solace earned.
[Chorus]
Whiskey and wishes, get me through the day,
Stuck in this job, but I'll find my own way.
For all the idiots I meet along the way,
I'll raise a glass of whiskey, grateful come what may.
[Bridge]
The smell of the office, the taste of regret,
But I'll take it all in, no time for fret.
I'll strum my guitar, sip my whiskey slow,
Grateful for the journey, the highs and the lows.
[Chorus]
Whiskey and wishes, get me through the day,
Stuck in this job, but I'll find my own way.
For all the idiots I meet along the way,
I'll raise a glass of whiskey, grateful come what may.
[Outro]
So here's to tomorrow, another round to fight,
With my trusty guitar and whiskey by my side.
I'll keep on pushin', keep on dreamin' high,
Grateful for the struggles, grateful for the sky.
[end]
