Smoking Was A Day Job

Meeting in the backyard

 We brought cigarettes, beer, and a game of cards
 Doing nothing was alright
 We were chilling out - not killing time

 Every week soccer in the park
 Followed by a stop at the closest bar

 Where we all agreed our strategy
 Each time sealed with another beer

 Smoking was a day job
 We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown
 But whatever we were after
 And how we spent our time
 Nobody could mind

 Tired of the sidelines
 Tired of regretting what we didn't try
 Bragging was quickly learnt

 We had no second chance to impress a girl

 Seeking love, making out
 We thought we had it all figured out
 Going out, sleeping in
 My heart got stabbed with a lovers pin 

 Smoking was a day job
 We used to hang around on narrow streets downtown
 But whatever we were after
 And how we spent our time
 Nobody could mind

 Ahead a whole life to demystify

 Nothing that we did felt like giving in
 We picked straws and got on with it
 Not yet distracted by my thinking
 About what it was and what it is