These Days
it's coming round again
the slowly creeping hand
of time and its command
soon enough it comes
and settles in its place
its shadow in my face
puts pressure in my day
this life well its slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nothing
like I had planned
it's coming round again
the slowly creeping hand
of time and its demands
it settles in its place
its shadow in my face
undignified and lame
this life well its slipping right though my hands
these days turned out nothing
like I had planned
control well its slipping right through my hands
these days turned out nothing
like I had planned
soon enough it comes
to tie us down