Passing Days

Smoke and cinder settle 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 my 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 sighs of 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
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