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 stinkin' 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
go 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 hot shot now
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 10 sick days a year
With Tuesday nights and Thursdays off?
It sure ain't my idea of a career

It used be I'd only date
Gals under thirty-five
But now I'd stand for 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 401K

Now I could not be happier
with life's big question mark
I'm fit and I'm tan and I'm burden-free
Since first started whistling through the dark
Me, I'm just fine with a 1099 and a tan in January
when it snows
When you pucker up you'll know
You can either suck or blow
So? Let it go
Let it go
And with the proper embouchure I'm sure that
you'll be whistling through the dark
Let's put our lips together, folks. for the kid who
learned to whistle through the dark
I'm listening for the whistling through the dark