These are better days baby Better days are shining through Better days with a girl like you There's better days shining through Are better days it's true Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin' away Yeah just

And I know I'll see better days Well I know you'll see things my way It's been so long since I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine 85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout The way things change Try an keep it by the

Looking for another you Just looking for another you I'm just looking for another I'm not saying I'm not sorry It's not getting any better When we keep holding on To the best days Just looking for another I'm just looking for another you

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Get ready 'cause this is war Everything back and more And I'm not gonna let this go I'm ready to settle the score So what am I fighting for? I'm looking for a better way Some days it just gets so hard And I don't wanna slip away I can't take back all

Don't get much better than this It doesn't get much better than this Spent too much time getting ready for this These days it seems like I just can't miss And I must confess It don't get much better than this (Baby, ah) Don't get much better than this

Rumours of glory Something is shining Like gold but better Above the dark town After the sun's gone down Two vapour trails cross the sky Catching the day's last slow goodbye Black skyline looks rich as velvet Smiles mixed with curses The crowd disperses

Life's not always fair Oh, life it's misunderstood me And dream of better days Life's not always fair or so they say So I close my eyes Or so they say Little old man contemplates Suicide twice a day

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay