Better Days Than These
by David Graham
The lot has been cast
By everyone with an answer
And everyone with blood to tell.
They're standing knee deep
In that lonesome river,
Trying to hear the dinner bell.
Oh, for Better Days Than These,
If we could only see
Yesterday's good before it was gone.
Oh, the weakness in our wrongs.
Oh, what we need is
Better Days Than These,
Better Days Than These...
The truth is upon us
And everyone has their reason,
And everyone with tales to be told.
They're standing by the roadside,
Praying for better seasons.
Trying to ignore the panic that rolls.
Oh, for Better Days Than These,
If we could only see
Yesterday's good before it was gone.
Oh, the weakness in our wrongs.
Oh, what we need is
Better Days Than These,
Better Days Than These...
Oh, they've bound us with our apathy,
Put empathy to shame.
It's nothing more than life that has us standing for the blame,
And I name the name of the one that you say
And I pray And I pray... for the prey.
Oh, for Better Days Than These,
If we could only see
Yesterday's good before it was gone.
Oh, the weakness in our wrongs.
Oh, what we need is
Better Days Than These,
Better Days Than These...