Well there were days
Surely days you remember
Though I can't think which ones
They're all the same old reflection
And gone with the western sun

There we were by the water
Under that sleepy sky
How I wish I could have told her
Just what I was feeling inside

But now her words are all loaded
Even when she’s shooting the breeze
You know this love
It doesn’t aim to please

I turned around and descended
Down to an all-time low
And in my way I defended
Memory’s midnight show

I picked it up and got going
Took the sun from my door
And who’d I find there a-knocking
But someone who could love me more

It’s got a mind of it’s own
You know it might take you for granted
It’s got a heart of it’s own
You know a little underhanded