I Remember the Days

I remember the days when we were broke, without a dime

When we were happy, busy bying time

Saving up for tomorrow, we were building a dream

Consuming what I leaned on, what I'd seen

Sometimes muses fade and so it seems I'm broke once again

I've lost too much I can't give up now

Now I'm licking the dirt off someone else's worn-out shoe

But soon you'll kiss my feet and I'll spit back at you

Still I remember the days when we were soft, taking it in

The scent of pine, waiting at Lover's Inn

Sometimes muses fade or turn into cream, it's now

I've got to roll, I've got to sing

It sings to me, it keeps me up, It's pure

But still I wait at Lover's Inn tonight