Any reason is good Enough for a drink Any mood is a drawer To open and think About the demons in my head Who wait til I fade into gloom And crumble my faith In the mornings I rise Grab my phone check my mail Search the papers for signs Or the ghost of a tale I get hazy at times And even sad and confused Still there's some air In the line that I choose Just the buzz of a beer And some jazz on the box To keep my conscience clear As I crash on the rocks And the draft of me and you Keeps me from fading into gloom And crumble my faith It's amazing to find A home here with you Every time I look up From the things that I do I get hazy at times And even sad and confused Still there's some air In the lines that I choose There's some air In the lines that I choose