These Are the Days

How can we leave at a time like this?
You know the ocean where the sun comes up
Is different than the ocean
Where the sun goes downThese are the days
That were never really meant to be wonWiggle your toes, can you feel your soul?
Winter sun, you've been laying low
Arrows and bows play in the cubicles
Lord, I wish I was homeBefore you regret the days
That were never really meant to won
These are the days
That were never really meant to be wonNow that the day has passed away
Here I remain true to you again
The morning breaks, it must be fate
Starting over with a big finishOnce again these are the days
That were never really meant to be won
These are the days
That were never really meant to be won