Better
Days
by Bruce Springsteen (Lucky Days)
Well my
soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To the hours and minutes ticking away.
Yeah, just sitting around waiting for my life to begin
While it was all just slipping away.
I’m tired of waiting for tomorrow to come
Or that train to come roaring round the bend.
I got a new suit of clothes and a pretty red rose
A woman I can call my friend.
Well, I took a piss at fortune’s sweet kiss.
It’s like eating caviar and dirt.
It’s a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending
You’re a rich man in a poor man’s shirt.
Now, my ass was dragging when from a passing gypsy wagon
Your heart like a diamond shone.
Tonight I’m laying in your arms carving lucky charms
Out of these hard luck bones.
Now a life of leisure and a pirate’s treasure
Don’t make much for tragedy,
But it’s a sad man, my friend, who’s living in his own
skin
And can’t stand the company.
Every fool’s got a reason for feeling sorry for himself
And turning his heart to stone.
Tonight, this fool’s halfway to heaven and just a mile
outta hell
And I feel like I’m coming home.