Glossary - Days Go By lyrics
[Glossary - Days Go By lyrics]
The days go by
Even when you don’t want them to
The sun outside
Let's you know there’s living to do
And I get scared sometimes
That I’ll work my whole life and die
Before I find the purpose to my being alive
But, I’ve got a bible, baby
With the shape of a whiskey bottle cut out
A whole lot of living left in me
One foot in heaven and a dirty mouth
I know time changes a lot of things
But, I’m afraid I can’t be fixed
But, I would give up everything
Not to feel like this
From 231 all the way down 96
The telephone poles
Lift out of the earth like a crucifix
And when the sun goes down
The only thing you can hear
Is that restless feeling
Drift across the northern hemisphere
But, I’ve got a bible, baby
And a picture of Jesus on my wall
Neither one can save me
Once my faith in everything’s gone
I want to lay under the blue
Blue sky and feel like I’m whole again
As it was in the beginning
You can damn sure bet it will be in the end
There’s no sense in running
From the things that cut you down
Someday you’ll look over your shoulder
To find they’re still around
Even when you don’t want them to
The sun outside
Let's you know there’s living to do
And I get scared sometimes
That I’ll work my whole life and die
Before I find the purpose to my being alive
But, I’ve got a bible, baby
With the shape of a whiskey bottle cut out
A whole lot of living left in me
One foot in heaven and a dirty mouth
I know time changes a lot of things
But, I’m afraid I can’t be fixed
But, I would give up everything
Not to feel like this
From 231 all the way down 96
The telephone poles
Lift out of the earth like a crucifix
And when the sun goes down
The only thing you can hear
Is that restless feeling
Drift across the northern hemisphere
But, I’ve got a bible, baby
And a picture of Jesus on my wall
Neither one can save me
Once my faith in everything’s gone
I want to lay under the blue
Blue sky and feel like I’m whole again
As it was in the beginning
You can damn sure bet it will be in the end
There’s no sense in running
From the things that cut you down
Someday you’ll look over your shoulder
To find they’re still around