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Thanks for the Days

Brock Hillman © August 2003

 

Cold floor to my feet ... breathing in, the air is stale
Gray walls and windows ... Try hard enough, still smell you here
So far, about a month ... Not sure, losing track of days
Sun up, sun down, some up, some down ... Falling away

And it's all I can think ... And it's all I can do

Waiting here for the train ... waiting here for the only thing
Waiting here with the beggars and the thieves
A ticket in hand, praying for relief ... Sun up, sun down

And it's all I can think ... And it's all I can do

Say praise, say thanks for the days ... Give grace, hold on
to the faith ... Don't fall away … don't fall away

And the pain is in the simple things ... the day in, day out
And the pain … well it echoes through these walls

And it's all I can think ... And it's all I can do

Say praise, say thanks for the days ... Give grace, hold on
to the faith ... Don't fall away … don't fall away