These are the days we've been waiting for These are the days we won't regret These are the days we won't forget All over town Days like these you couldn't ask for more Keep 'em coming 'Cause we're not done yet And these are the days (these are the days)

But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

And I'm living on memories of you Can't eat when I'm hungry My days are as dark as my nights And I see no sunshine in sight Your memory keeps blocking my view Can't sleep when I'm tired And all of these tears Can't put out this fire Your memory just

Just gotta lean into it But I know I'll get through it These days are filled with trouble And the nights feel like they're all getting longer These days are dark and gray Like that storm rolling in across the water There's a strong wind blowing I push on

Baby I will take you far away Don’t you know these are our golden days Baby all the other boys they don’t see what I see Now won’t you say you see it in me Tamarinds and skinny jeans Oh won’t you be my summer love Take you walking through the garden And

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city

These are the days our lives will change and we will see our worlds collide Life is a journey throughout the years that pass a lesson to be learned There is a purpose to all that we encounter in this existence What builds us up may one day break us down

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's

These are the good old days And I wish that I could stay These are the good old days (these are the good old days, yeah) It's all good right now I don't really know why, I don't really know why But these are the good old days Oh, I'd like to stay I wish