When you hit the pavement and the snow is falling you say fuck it all, and walk.
The buses are not running and you say fuck it and light your last cigar,
but there are always more so you say fuck it and walk.
Now you're two miles in and the train passes by in front of you
and you say fuck it and you walk two more.
Now the worries are dripping away as the snow freezes to your face
and you say fuck it.
Work melts beneath your feet, that pain in the ass disappears
and is replaced by a pain in the middle of your back because let's face it you're still a little to heavy for your bones
but you say fuck it, and you walk a little more.
And the store is open, you're the last one in and they have your beer and you say fuck it and buy two more.
And you hit the pavement unsure of your footing toting a few smiles in the flimsy little black bag
and you say fuck it all, I'm good.
And you say fuck it I'm happy, the horizon is coming up and this one is no mirage.
The missed opportunities the lonely mornings when you wake up alone? Fuck it I'm good.
And now you're home, not your home but home, drying out
and the REM is ready to go and the blanket that has becomes yours is warm
and you think to say fuck it, but there is no reason to and so you say, fuck it.