Some Days

Some days are good
Some years are not
Knuckles on wood
Nerves up in knots
Karma keeps me cautious
And bourbon keeps me brave

And just a little too honest
To believe that I am saved

But I am still new at getting old
Pay these dues
And wear down these bones
Breaking is easy
And hope is hard
When some days are good
And some years aren't

Some people change
Some things don't
When life's a stage
It's all mirrors and smoke

And everyone's a friend
Until the hard times come around
But what I've learned
I learned the way
No one tells you about

Because I am still new at getting old
I pay these dues and
Wear down these bones
Breaking is easy and hope is hard
Because some days are good
And some years aren't

I am still new at getting old
I've paid these dues
I've worn out these bones
Breaking is easy
Hope is hard

Some days are good
And some years aren't
Some days are good
And some years aren't

But some days are good