C Am
how can you leave at a time like this
C Am
you know the ocean where the sun comes up
C Am
is different than the ocean
C Am
where the sun goes down
F
these are the days
G
that were never really meant to be won
(verse)
wiggle your toes, can you feel your soul
winter suns you've been laying low
arrows and bows prey in the cubicles
lord i wish i was home
F
before you regret the days
G
that were never really meant to won
C Am
F
these are the days
G
that were never really meant to won
(verse)
now that the day has passed away
here i remain true to you again
the morning breaks, it must be fate
starting over with a big finish
F
these are the days
G
that were never really meant to be won
C Am
F
these are the days
G
that were never really meant to be won
