[Chorus]

Hang a left here, streetlight be my guide

I can’t hear the voice telling me what’s right

This is some trip, some ride

I’ve been riding it alone into red skies

Knock on wood, outlook ain’t good

No one survives, that’s understood

You’re doing the best you can

Even if your best isn’t more than

You thought it would be

Laughing I told you not to jinx it

I don’t look good in bad luck

Bad luck ain’t my colour

One too many years takes a toll on your chances

I don’t look good in bad luck

Bad luck ain’t my colour

One too many years I don’t like the look of my chances

[Verse 1]

If Tyler’s the cowboy on his own trip

Then I am the cowboy stepping in shit

Then I am the cowboy whose horse is at the vet

Whose guns never shoot cause they’re always wet

I’m always looking at a calendar, Karma for my offering

Markin days off with a pencil, call it bargaining

Offer up my soul to the future for the altering

Lady luck, show me which seeds need the watering

Don’t ask me what I think of you, I don’t

Don’t ask me if I’ll talk to you, I won’t

I got a plan in mind, and you ain’t in mine

Even if that means I take this trip alone

[Chorus]

Hang a left here, streetlight be my guide

I can’t hear the voice telling me what’s right

This is some trip, some ride

I’ve been riding it alone into red skies

Laughing I told you not to jinx it

I don’t look good in bad luck

Bad luck ain’t my colour

One too many years takes a toll on your chances

I don’t look good in bad luck

Bad luck ain’t my colour

One too many years I don’t like the look of your chances

I don’t look good in bad luck

Bad luck ain’t my colour

[Verse 2]

They’re gonna throw me to the wolves in April

They threw me to the wolves in April

Walked around with a pit in my stomach since April

Didn’t acknowledge it ‘til May

I know there are rivers you can’t cross

I know all the proverbs but I’m stuck

On what "ifs" and "had beens", healthy levels of detachment don’t help shit

I mean it

[Outro]

Days up on my calendar

Counting ‘til there are no more

Notches ‘til the leather’s gone

Days left for young animal

Days up on my calendar

Counting ‘til there are no more

Notches ‘til the leather’s gone

Days left for young animal

Days up on my calendar

Counting ‘til there are no more

Notches ‘til the leather’s gone

Days left for young animal