I went to the barroom last night, I promised not to drink
before I went out the door that night I should have promised not to think
About the flipside of my actions when I came home alone
but I'm leavin' too so if you come back you can expect to find me gone
And if you wonder where I am tell you where I'll be
Don't use a map or a directory cuz' I don't like making plans or problems
I just like knockin' around cuz' doing nothing feels like something
when your somewhere south of town
Trees bring shade to a porch swing morning, the air smells somwhat clean
Maybe tomorrow you can find another man
tomorrow won't take care of today, tomorrow is the second hand
And postcards say I'm sorry for lack of a better of a word
but goodbye says I'll love you, goodbye never hurt
You can go to Puerto Rico spend your weekdays in the sun