These Days

By Counting Crows

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Well I've been out walking

And I don't do that much talking

These days, these days

These days I seem to think a lot

About the things that I forgot to do, for you

And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover

It gets so hard to risk another

These days, these days

Now if I seem to be afraid

To live the life that I have made in song

Well it's just that I've been losing, so long

Well I keep on moving

Things are bound to be improving

These days, one of these days

These days I sit on corner stones

And count the time in quarter tones to ten

My friend don't confront me with my failures

I had not forgotten them