It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
Clouded
Weak
You wake before dawn
The daily routine
Making you forlorn
Struggle through each day
To pay the bills
Its the daily grind
That tests your will
Security in your life
You defend
What is the purpose in the end
The only consolation is the end of each week
So desired
No reason to speak
Think It
Dare say
Your almost there
Know this my friend,
It's 5 o'clock somewhere!
Copyright © Dina Scalia | Year Posted 2012
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