Lyrics Days of the Years - The Felice Brothers

Days of the Years

Leaving my coat at the Greyhound station
Raising my arms in supplication
Making some money, spending some money
Drinking Pepsi, just walking around
Making people hate me, making people laugh
Fear of drowning in a shallow bath
Feeling under-dressed in the cold midwest
Kissing my grandmother goodbye
Watching the crocuses bloom and fade
Easter bonnet from an old parade
Exchanging pleasantries under pleasant trees
Over griefs and apéritifs
These are the days of the years of my life
American summer and it’s all a breeze
Buck-tooth girls in skin-tight jeans
The mastiff heels, the accounts are solvent
I’m crooning in the open West
Meeting my baby at a greasy spoon
Sitting alone in the Rembrandt room
Walking in the shade where lilies weep
Under clouds of marzipan
Walking in the dark of Monument Valley
Stay cats in a narrow alley
The song was weird, but still they cheered
It’s scrambled eggs and solitaire
These are the days of the years of my life
Mopping up gore from the butcher’s floor
Feeling clean as a new drug store
Singing loud idiotic songs
In the blue, blue mountains walking along
Night-long drives on the wild edges
Apparitions in the neighbor’s hedges
Sinus drips and Battleship
Putting ashes in a rushing stream
Watching a city turn into sea
Standing in water up to the knee
Missing my stop on a city bus
In the land of propaganda
These are the days of the years of my life
Watching birds on a drowsy sea
Sittin' in the dark of a family tree
Funeral flowers and paperwork
Drowning my dreams in mountain streams
Standing tall in a cap and gown
And a house that’s since torn down
It’s summer in the Catskills now
Leisure classes in the mountain passes
The jaws of life and the jaws of death
Hearing secrets in a dying breath
In a black four-door sedan
Down the road to the end of the world
These are the days of the years of my life
These are the days of the years of my life