oh those days of freedom
oh those days of nowhere to go
thats what love stories are made of
sometimes its nice to be near someone that's warm
and the daffodils are blooming
they used to be so sprite-ly
and now they cling to the concrete
the way i want to cling to you tonight
don't be fain by that change of direction
it's lucky to find a tequila tea-cup like me
i have this little alarm
that goes off
every morning right around now
only for a minute
but it's more consistent
than any of the traces of my past
i'll get up tomorrow and feel blessed
tomorrow's just another chance to win
getting up by sunrise
painting smiles again
and then the refrain
sing it willie