We leave together to drink whisky at home
And solve all the problems of another day.
We argue a little, laugh and let the chatter roam
Jack Daniels, ice and a chance to have our say.
We carry chips back from the chip shop,
Stagger slightly, as the pavement moves.
Drunk now, heading home, here’s our stop
Smile and let the good mood soothe.
Make it home to fresh painted white walls,
A great sound system, LED TV.
Phone rings, you swear Mum never calls
How cool: she rings now in front of me!
Aim to sound sober on the end of the line
Smile with your eyes, laugh out your words
‘Hey Mum, it’s great, yeah, I feel fine’
Sat by the window with the cat, watching the birds
Sunshine and daylight and drunk before two
Heating on, chips warmed up, after the cold
You and me, laughter, mushy peas, never blue,
Winter weekend days, these are our memories to hold.
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