THOSE DAYS ARE GONE

 

I was twenty-three, living in LA, and working on the dream…
To someday see my name in lights up on the silver screen.
I knew right then that things were wrong, and that I needed to change…
The way I saw and the things I did and the spelling of my name.

Cause those days are gone,
Like a fired bullet that’s gone astray,
They’ve packed their bags,
And said goodbye,
And up and flown away.

So I packed my car, and came back home, and joined up with the fight…
To make the world a better place, and show them all what’s right.
I played that part for twenty years, and finally I just broke…
And now I’m clinging to that piece of finely shredded rope.

Cause those days are gone,
Like a fired bullet that’s gone astray,
They’ve packed their bags,
And said goodbye,
And up and flown away.

No one ‘round me understands exactly what went wrong…
They just know, because I say, that I’ve been doing it too long.
So if you’re scared, or if you’re hurt, just dial 9-1-1…
And in due time, someone will come, but I won’t be the one.

Cause those days are gone,
Like a fired bullet that’s gone astray,
They’ve packed their bags,
And said goodbye,
And up and flown away.

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