These Days - Powderfinger

It’s coming 'round again

The slowly creeping hand

Of time and its command

Soon enough it comes

And settles in its place

Its shadow in my face

Puts pressure in my day

This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands

These days turned out nothing like I had planned

It’s coming 'round again

The slowly creeping hand

Of time and its command

It settles in its place

Its shadow in my face

Puts pressure in my day

Soon enough it comes

Here it is again

The slowly creeping hand

Of time and its command

Soon enough it comes

Settles in its place

Its shadow in my face

Undignified and lame

This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hands

These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hands

These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Ooh

It’s coming 'round again

Slow, slowly creeping hand

This life, well, it’s slipping right through my hand

These days turned out nothing like I had planned

Control, well, it’s slipping right through my hand

These days turned out nothing like I had planned

These days turned out nothing like I had planned