Somedays
Somedays aren't yours at allThey come and goAs if they're someone else's daysThey come and leave youBehind someone else's faceAnd it's harsher than yoursAnd colder than yours
They come in all quietSweep up and then they leaveAnd you don't hearA single floor board creakThey're so much strongerThan the friends you try to keepBy your side
Downtown, downtownI'm not here, not anymoreI've gone awayDon't call me, don't write
I'm in love with your daughterI wanna have her babyI'm in love with your daughterSo can I please
Downtown, downtownI'm not here, not anymoreI've gone awayDon't call me, don't write
I've gone awayDon't call me, don't writeDon't call me, don't call me, don't call meDon't write, don't writeDon't write, don't write, don't write
Somedays aren't yours at allThey come and goAs if they're someone else's daysThey come and leave youBehind someone else's faceAnd it's harsher than yours