When the moon and I are talking
Down by the riverside
The old man and me alone
When I hear the gentle whistling
From the whirlwind in the trees
and the scent of the summer feels so intense

These are the days 
I remember you 

Oh these are the days
I remember you
Celebrating life
Like the world was yours

When the [bad word] tumbling down
and I'm feeling down and out
I just open up a sixpack of memories
Light a cigarette grab my best friend Jack and
Lose myself in
The warm distortion that's on my stereo

These are the days I remember you
Singing our songs to me

Oh these are the days
I remember you
Celebrating life
Like the world was yours

I'm floating I'm floating home to you
My wooden verb heartbeat just gives me the creeps
Tonight [bad word] I [bad word] home to you

Oh these are the days
I remember you
Celebrating life
Like the world was yours
Oh these are the days
I remember you
Celebrating life
Like the world was yours