Powderfinger - These Days
It’s coming round again
The slowly creeping hand
Of time and it’s command
Soon enough it comes
And settles in it’s 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 it’s demands
It settles in it’s 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
Soon enough it comes
Soon enough it comes
To tie us down