No keys on the table
Mama says it's bad luck
Walking through the doorway
I'm already looking up
One hand on the future
One hand on today
Although I know leaving ain't easy
I'm on my way
All the days gone by with no fire in my eyes
I'm ready for a flame to come
Need to chase these lights
While my youth is on my side
So I pick up my feet and away I run
Step back onto the road
And the troublemaker's back in the fold
I hear familiar voices calling me on
They say "son, you've been away for too long"
Cause these are the days, these are the days
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