Passing Days

Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray

In a dingy bar where romances are born

The sound of denver seeping from the jukebox

But no country road could ever take us home

She speaks like raging tides against the coastline

I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know

The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times

Let it go let it go let it go

Wait you remind me of someone I used to love

Wait she revived me

But that was so long ago

And now the passing days on the outside feel great

And it never ever rains

The city is burning right now I'm dying

It's hard to wash your hands clean

Of these dying days

Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail

Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say

Every morning I awake to my reassurance

It's okay it's okay it's okay

Wait you remind me of someone I used to love

Wait she revived me

But that was so long ago

And now the passing days on the outside feel great

And it never ever rains

The city is burning right now I'm dying

It's hard to wash your hands clean

Of these dying days

Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl

Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move

And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul

If it's one of those things I tend to lose

Now the passing days on the outside feel great

And it never ever rains

The city is burning right now I'm dying

It's hard to wash your hands clean