Days Like These - Piers Faccini

Days like these could never last

Would I find you with a net outcast

Pour a glass brimful of red

Drink it down the past is dead

Traveling over land and sea

Wandering soul hear my plea

Cover your eyes the moment’s due

It moves so fast what’s left that’s new?

When autumn comes around again

Remember me your truest friend

Traveling over land and sea

Wandering soul hear my plea

Eye to eye and word for word

Time slipped out with the early bird

The ripening fruit’s a deep shade of red

I’ll keep some back for the road ahead