Mr King (remastered)

Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore, Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that? Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be? But truth has been obscured, I am only human and I'm always wanting more. And the world is a place and they say it's on our side, But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die? Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me, Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed, Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess. Oh, those good days I remember well, Tape on windows, wintertime was hell, But it was fun, and people there were kind, There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time. And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived, I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give, Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano, Oh, every love song a secret to be shared, Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there. Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf, Reasons to be cheerful for myself, I don't know why you're showing me the sky, You say you see heaven, I see hell, but want to try. And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side, But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died, I don't know what's become of a girl who once knew sunshine, What's become of a girl who knew sorrow but was strong? Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along, Mr. King you were right, Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong.