Intro: 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. Oh, 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.