In My Days
 

In my days I can remember all of the faces
that guided me in my way right through december into the new year.
When I wake up from the seasons I have been dreaming
I wash away all my days and start it all over to dream it again.

In my days I can remember green hills, Ohio
and sliding around in the snow while the flowers below it begin to show.
Just a faster fascination with fences and rooftops
and running away from the dogs that chased me in hindsight for every reason.

In my days I can remember a girl with a promise
and smiling as I held her son, all kicking and laughing under the sun.
Craving newborn outward addiction I couldn't handle
every turn of the head I would take and wishing that things would change for us.

In my days I can remember a crowded courtyard
and everyone in it amazed at every breath that we care to take.
Several minutes outside of the clay strewn navy building
I finally felt myself breath for the first time in years.

In my days I can remember the sixth of April
and holding her hand at a game with her family beside me saying my name.
Driving miles only to see her across the broken bay
and not finding words to say to equal the feelings I had for her.

In my days I can remember a deep satisfaction
and outrage would pour just the same into the table we had made.
A short trip would take us to future and make us a record
and over and over again I would confuse it for what it was.

In my days I can remember laying beside her
and laughing as we watched the clouds eclipse the moon into a shadow of doubt.
The next day she was in my bed asking for something
and pleasantly I locked the door, outrageous and kindly like never before.

In my days I can remember sitting in silence
and acting as though every drop of rain that hit my head was real.
An effervescent sign of attraction echoed in numbers
and stenciled inside of my eyes to make me remember every time.

In my days I can remember the start of a grapevine
and cutting it down to the ground in hopes of chances of it sprouting out.
While the minutes are counted in seconds, I lay in wonder
and ending in hours of days, I wish that it could happen again.

In my days I can remember being carried away
and hoping to God you would stay just one more minute so I could pray.
From the moment my eyes had hit you, it was a feeling
I'd never felt before and it is such a shame that it can't begin.

In my days I can remember all of the faces
that loved me in every way and gave me a reason to sing this song.
When I wake up from the seasons I have been dreaming
I wash away all my days and start it all over to dream it again.