The Big Black Night

Days And Numbers

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The Big Black Night

Lyrics

Shriveled up much like a tree.
Circles twist deep inside of me.
How I would’ve liked to branch out to where you were there,
but my roots refused to move.
I think I was born in these old, black shoes.
When the rain seeped in there was nothing left to do with them
but squish and slide and slip and drip and drink those kisses off your lips,
like it was water from a stream.
I wish these gutters were clean.


I feel as though the days and numbers
they’re just passing me by, my love.
Won’t you remember me as I was a young man?

I got off of the expressway on a cigarette-hot,
sticky summer day. Now the air was sour.
I needed a shower. I fed the meter for the hour.
Made my way on down the street
to my church to pray for peace, a dream come true
or just about anything in between.
The dragonflies stirred up the breeze,
and sunlight stripped down to the trees,
and your reflection it was so clear.
I wish that you could be here, darling.

I feel as though the days and numbers
they’re just passing me by, my love.
Won’t you remember me as I was a young man?

Let me look upon your face, dear.
Let me paint a picture of you in my head.
Let me remember you fondly,
so that I might think of you when
I feel as though the days and numbers
they’re just passing me by, my love.
Won’t you remember me as I was a young man?