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