All my days are numbered 
All my days 
Oh what a daze I'm under 
Oh what a daze 

They Saw each other looking, she was perching, he was standing tall 
shotgun wedding and a [bad word] in the fall 
Forty years later she's burying what he gave her with a cross 
She had his good suit pressed wishing she [bad word] along 

We all want to live forever 
At least die together 
Our hope, this won't be  
The End. 

They tell her, "keep believing that the good lord will receive him well" That's all that's left, as far as she can tell 
"It's anybody's guess where we're finally put to rest in the end, you best live well while you can, while you can" 

All my days are numbered 
All my days. 
Oh what a daze I'm under 
Oh what a daze