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 down
 These are the days
 That were never really meant to be won
 Wiggle 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 home
 Before you regret the days
 That were never really meant to won
 These are the days
 That were never really meant to be won
 Now 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 finish
 Once 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