Days of the Years

Leaving my coat at the Greyhound station
 Raising my arms in supplication
 Making some money, spending some money
 Drinking Pepsi, just walking around
 Making people hate me, making people laugh
 Fear of drowning in a shallow bath
 Feeling under-dressed in the cold midwest
 Kissing my grandmother goodbye
 Watching the crocuses bloom and fade
 Easter bunny from an old parade
 Exchanging pleasantries under pleasant trees
 Over griefs and apéritifs
 These are the days of the years of my life
 American summer and it's all a breeze
 Buck-tooth girls in skin-tight jeans
 I'm crooning in the open West
 Meeting my baby at a greasy spoon
 Sitting alone in the Rembrandt room
 Walking in the shade where lilies weep
 Under clouds of marzipan
 Walking in the dark of monument valley
 Stray cats in a narrow alley The song was weird but still they cheered it's scrambled eggs and it's solitaire weill these are the days of the years of my life
 Mopping up gore from the butcher's floor
 Feeling clean as a new drug store
 Singing loud idiotic songs
 In the blue blue mountains walking along
 Night-long drives on the wild edges
 Apparitions in the neighbor's hedges
 Sinus drips and Battleship
 Putting ashes in a rushing stream
 Watching a city turn into sea
 Standing in water up to the knee
 Missing my stop on a city bus
 In the land of propaganda
 These are the days of the years of my life
 Watching birds on a drowsy sea
 Sittin' in the dark of a family tree
 Funeral flowers and paperwork
 Drowning my dreams in mountain streams
 Standing tall in a cap and gown
 And a house that's since torn down
 It's summer in the Catskills now
 Leisure classes in the mountain passes
 The jaws of life and the jaws of death
 Hearing secrets in a dying breath
 In a black four-door sedan
 Down the road to the end of the world
 These are the days of the years of my life
 These are the days of the years of my life