I never saw it as the start 
It's more a change of heart 
Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pots 
Blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot 
Yeah I laid my plans in solid rock 
Stepping through the door like a troubadour whiling just an hour away 
Looking at the trees on the roadside feeling it's a holiday

You and I should ride the coast
And wind up in our favourite coats just miles away 
Roll a number, write another song like
Jimmy heard the day he caught the train

He sipped [bad word] and coke and told a dirty joke 
Walking like Groucho sucking on a number 10 
Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in 
Yeah I miss the [bad word] and I'm home again
Stepping through the door with the night in store whiling just an hour away, 
Step into the sky and the star-bright feeling it's a brighter day

Repeat [bad word] 
You and I should ride the tracks 
And find ourselves just wading through tomorrow 
But you and I when [bad word] down 
We're only getting back 
You know I feel the sorrow

When you find that things are getting wild 
Don't you want days like these...
Don't you need days like these...