Whistling Through The Dark

It may not bring you comfort
But I know that's not the point
It pains me so, to see you go on
Stinking up the joint

Go on and roll your eyes at me
Like I don't understand
But take this fatherly advice
When things don't turn out as planned

Look at you, you're so stressed out
Don't twist yourself in knots
Just put a pair of blinders on
And learn to be content with what you've got

You thought you'd be some hotshot now
Well I see you've missed the mark
So trade your grand ambitions for
A life of simply whistling through the dark

You think I dreamed of where I am
With ten sick days a year
With Tuesday nights and Thursdays off
It sure ain't my idea of a career

It used to be I'd only date gals under 35
But now I'd stand 50, if she
Owned a decent car that I could drive
And a condo where she'd have to let me stay
Her own teeth and a 401(k)

Now I could not be happier
With life's big question mark
I'm fittin' that tale, and I'm better than free
Since I first started whistling through the dark

Me, I'm just fine, with a 1099
And a tan in January when it snows, oh
When you pucker up your nose
You can either suck or blow
So let it go
Let it go, oh!

Hey!

And with a proper. I'm a-sure
I'm sure that you'll be whistling through the dark
So lets put our lips together folks for
The piddle, that'll whistle through the dark
I'm listening for the whistling through the dark