THOSE ARE THE DAYS

Some days the medicine’s poison Some days the healing just hurts like hell Some days it all just seems pointless And I want to crawl right back into my shell

Those are the days when I fold into a prayer So quiet the words don’t touch my ears Those are the day I let my sighs climb the air And trust that the Mystery hears

There are these scars just under my skin Shadows I wear on my sleeves There are some ghosts that now and again Well they come on in and sit right down with me

Those are the days when I fold into a prayer So quiet the words don’t touch my ears Those are the day I let my sighs climb the air And trust that the Mystery hears

Most of the time I’m a cheerful man It’s hard to slip a punchline past me But there are days when I understand How fragile this existence can be

Those are the days when I fold into a prayer So quiet the words don’t touch my ears Those are the day I let my sighs climb the air And trust that the Mystery hears

Those are the days when I fold into a prayer So quiet the words don’t touch my ears Those are the day I let my sighs climb the air And trust that the Mystery hears Oh I trust that the Mystery hears

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