It’s a bad day.
It’s a train ride.
It’s a bad day.
You’re my medicine.

It’s a snow day.
It’s a full moon.
It’s a snow day.

When’d you get down to my bones?
And where’ll I find that wishing stone?
The beads, the records, all the calls, and the drinks alone.

First by mind, then by music
You’ll make this all less confusing.
It’s a slow dive down.
It’s a fast distraction.
It’s a strange fall forward,
My lame reaction

It’s a bad day.
It’s a long ride.
It’s a bad day
And you’re my medicine.

It’s a sinking feeling, pulls me through the seat of chairs.
When will you come rescue me, find solace, and then take me there?
You’ll say, “You’re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.
You’re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.”

When’d you get down to my bones?
And where’ll I find that wishing stone?
The beads, the records, all the calls, and the drinks alone.
It’s a bad day.
Two miles to go.
It’s a bad day.
You’re my medicine.

You’ll say, “You’re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.
You’re not too tired for this life,
And it’s not gonna matter if you fall down twice.”
If you fall down, if you fall down

‘Cause you’re my medicine.
You’re my medicine.
You’re my medicine.
You’re my medicine.
It’s a long ride.

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