Ever wake up and your first thought is “What the f…?” Discerning dream from reality can be hard than it seems. 

This track aims to merge outlaw country lyricism, folk rock arrangement, and bits of synth pop to make for an eclectic and emotionally resonant track.

The narrator wakes up and realizes things are a tad askew (“You know it’s hard to tell / When you’re hungover as hell”), exploring the juxtaposition of change, self destruction, and existentialism.

Lyrics

I awoke a quarter to noon
When a beam of light burst into my room
So I got up and fixed myself a drink

You might surmise my surprise
When I wiped last night away from my eyes
Done seen my stash had upped and left I think
You can’t be so sure

You know it’s hard to tell
When you’re hung over as hell
When the stars don’t quite align
But you say you’re doing fine
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, that’s alright

Utter dismay the lines got crossed
What can I say I like my weekdays sauced
A good nights sleep’s eluded for weeks

Fluorescent lights searing my brain
Appetite for destruction, hunger for pain
A thirst for contentment, not resentment is seeked
But you really can’t be sure

You know it’s hard to tell
With your head pounding like hell
When everything you feel
The man tells you it ain’t real
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, that’s alright

You know it’s hard to tell
When you’re hung over as hell
When the stars don’t quite align
But you say you’re doing fine
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, that’s alright

Senses were dulled, but I got the clue
The harder I mulled, that’s when I knew
To where my missing stash had ran off to

But not a thief or a bitter old flame
Filled with belief of who is to blame
None other than me, it’s the ashes that tell me so
You can’t be so sure

You know it’s hard to tell
When you’re hung over as hell
When the stars don’t quite align
But you say you’re doing fine
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, that’s alright

You know it’s hard to tell
With your head pounding like hell
When everything you feel
The man tells you it ain’t real
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, that’s alright

You know it’s hard to tell
When you’re hung over as hell
When the stars don’t quite align
But you say you’re doing fine
When you just can’t get it right
Whether morning, noon, or night
That’s alright, mama, that’s alright