The Alan Parsons Project - Days are numbers

The ^Ctraveller is always leaving to^Amwn He ^Cnever has the time to turn a^Amround And ^Fif the road he's taken isn't lea^Gding anywhere He ^Fseems to be completely una^G7ware

The ^Ctraveller is always leaving ho^Amme The ^Conly kind of life he's ever ^Amknown When ^Fevery moment seems to be a ^Grace against the time There's ^Falways one more mountain left to ^G7climb

^CDays are numbers ^AmWatch the stars ^C We can only ^Amsee so far Some^Fday, you'll know where you ^Gare Remember ^CDays are numbers ^AmCount the stars ^C We can only ^Amgo so far One ^Fday, you'll know where you ^Gare

The ^Ctraveller awaits the morning ^Amtide He ^Cdoesn't know what's on the other ^Amside But ^Fsomething deep inside of him ^GKeeps telling him to go He ^Fhasn't found a reason to say ^G7no

The ^Ctraveller is only passing ^Amthrough He ^Ccannot understand your point of ^Amview A^Fbandoning reality, un^Gsure of what he'll find The ^Ftraveller in me is close be^G7hind

^CDays are numbers ^AmWatch the stars ^C We can only ^Amsee so far Some^Fday, you'll know where you ^Gare Remember ^CDays are numbers ^AmCount the stars ^C We can only ^Amgo so far One ^Fday, you'll know where you ^Gare