Numbered Days - The Meeting Places, Jim Fairchild

Wait, do you know everything?

It’s the same all over again

You say, time it sure does fly

Rainy days, we’re driving for miles

What should we say?

We’re so far away

Now we fall single file

To the place, home

We will wait and settle down

In our own time

Through the cracks in our lives

Things fall through, why?

Things fall through, through us all…

Hey, I’m nothing by myself

By the way, leave nothing unsaid

And again, our argued ways are done

Numbered days are one