Sober Days - Whitmore

The last year I’ve been waiting, waiting for my time

Don’t fall off it, work on it, it’ll happen in the end

Mostly I’ve been wasted, Sober Days are few

A large gin’s not working, it’ll kill me in the end

In the end, it’s so hard

And I’ll never get a second chance

Wow-oh, well I know

I lie in bed on Sunday, staring at the wall

I turn round, this come down is happening again

Push me up much further;

I need a new release

Depression’s an infections and I find it hard to beat

Hard to beat, it’s so hard

And I’ll never get a second chance

Wow-oh, well I know

The last year I’ve been wasted, Sober Days were few

A large gin’s not working, it’ll kill me in the end

The last year I’ve been waiting, waiting for my time

Don’t fall off it, work on it, it’ll happen in the end

In the end, it’s so hard

And I’ll never get a second chance

Wow-oh, it’s so hard and I’ll never get a second chance

No, I’ll never get a second chance

No, I’ll never get a second chance

No, I’ll never get a second chance

Oh-o-wow