Damn that sideways stare
I couldn't breath again
It's been milked for hours
I couldn't sleep again
Now it seems so sad
Look at all we've had

In a thoughtless world
They showed me nowhere to go
Like the tar black miles
Burned by life to touch yourself
Obvious and true
Hollow gun statistic lie

I saw you make a cold effort try
I saw you get by in

These days
These days

Shouldn't blame yourself
Needing more than what was left
Hollowed by the numbers
Barbed wire fence but he still swings
Paper covers rock
Thompson's head but he still clings

I saw you make a cold effort try
I saw you get by in

These days
These days
These are the days
These are the ways

Let me sleep some more
Suck the kiss from the low girl
My cat has nine lives
Waiting for the softer kind
Gotta reef on it
Out of tune and out of print
Lands and driving low
He showed me nowhere to go

These days
These are the days
These days
These are the ways

These are the days finding home on the sidewalk
Lost in the haze of the straight freak show
Blue flame would leap for the joy of the children
Blue flame would leap for the faithful going home