Staring out my window down onto the streets of the city I call home Hoping that tomorrow will turn out better than these last eight months Make myself a coffee and stare at the tv one more time

Go for a jog or maybe just a walk but most likely not

Cause these are the days of our lives that seem so slow but they go so fast And these are the times that make me wonder what do I want at last

Kicking around waiting for the news to tell me I can go now Feels so strange waiting for the day when I can touch your hand Lazing around holding down the town one more time

About to leave my door but then I realize most likely not

Cause these are the days of our lives that seem so slow but they go so fast And these are the times that make me wonder what do I want at last

Oh it’s not your fault Oh it’s not my fault Oh it’s not our fault

Cause these are the days of our lives that seem so slow but they go so fast And these are the times that make me wonder what do I want at last