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