Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting more.
And the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort
in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King,
this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving,
thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done,
and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place,
and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose
and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along
on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place,
and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort
if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become
of a girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of a girl
who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,
Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.