These Are The Days - Jason Collett

How can we leave at a time like this?

You know the ocean where the sun comes up

Is different than the ocean

Where the sun goes down

These are the days

That were never really meant to be won

Wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul?

Winter sun, you’ve been laying low

Arrows and bows play in the cubicles

Lord, I wish I was home

Before you regret the days

That were never really meant to won

These are the days

That were never really meant to be won

Now that the day has passed away

Here I remain true to you again

The morning breaks, it must be fate

Starting over with a big finish

Once again these are the days

That were never really meant to be won

These are the days

That were never really meant to be won