through the years Like I got myself a time machine Memories flood around me People and places where I've been I had the blues for the lost days Way back
of a cold and barren place And the other guy turned and spilled Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain? They're ok the last days of may
lives Withered vines of family ties Self destruction Makes him function Crayons and clay Days turn blue to gray An' days turn blue to gray Oh, seventeen
I'm listening for you to speak to me, Of Green Days and Blue Nights, or at least nothing that even remotely, Reminds me of these Workhorse Days Blame
stand on the sidelines watching it Or life will pass you by like a blue corvette Don't let life pass you by like a blue corvette like a blue corvette
in trouble now And it cannot wait She's ten days late Boy, your life got complicated Well I can't wait To see this through She's ten days late Ten days
In every provincial town" Are these the days, are these the days Are these the days of our lives? Are these the days, are these the days Are these the days
car Drove on down where the beaches are He wrote her name in the sand Never even let go of her hand Somehow they stayed that way For those 5 days in
Sometimes you move too slow Think you see it comin' and bang down you go You?re starin' back up at a jealous man Who?s out huntin' trouble and trouble
Earlier tonight I got a little scared I thought that I had failed I closed my eyes, I bowed my head and I prayed I saw that all and everyone were one
I have made so many mistakes That now I live on a street called shame But the sins are the sweetest part Now no one's left to blame And I found
I've been walking hours today Trying to sort out all the things I have to say We've been changing, shifting with the light Stumbling through the daytimes
One two, one two three four You are so far away on this cold, empty night As I lie in a hotel room lookin' at a street light Outside my window I listen
I'm sick and tired of waiting With nothing to do Watching the rain through a crack In the window It's the little things that get you through Like the
all the world go by And no reason why we sit and count the tears we cry It's always getting better, it's always getting better Leave the lonely days
Now that we?re wasted, talking disconnected I see that wildness in your eyes Proud and hollow, like there?s no tomorrow You know you scare me sometimes
Started out so simple Everything so innocent and plain She was in a doorway And I was walking nowhere down the main She whispered something softly And
I think I hear them cry But they turn their heads when I go by Here comes the sad nights again Here comes the sad nights again Last days of summer
