Bob Schneider The Hours And Days Intro:

^GThe hours and days Stack up in the ^Cmirror And it's been so ^Glong Since your favorite ^Fyear

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And you're ^Amriding off into the ^Fnight And you're ^Cclimbing the wall of your ^E7life And you're ^Amtrying with all of your ^Fmight To hold ^Con ^E7

And the cops are trying to pull you over And you're not pulling over And the plane is taking off with the doors wide open And the stewardess is giving you her number And your clothes are stained with something Is that food? What the hell is that? And you're naked and it's raining And you're standing there Holding a sword made of gold And you feel like you're falling 'Cause you're falling, falling And your wife is asking you If you heard a word of what she?s been saying And you turn to her And lie And you are dreaming You're dying And you are dreaming And you are dying And you are dreaming And you are dying And you are dreaming And you are dying

Bob Schneider - The hours and days