Letras
27,000 days he waited, 27,000 days untouched
In his mind, a fallow field of hopes and expectations
In his mind, an open plain of dreams and aspirations
27,000 lonesome mornings, 27,000 afternoons
Where he'd find, the time to reconsider his misgivings
Left behind, to face the unexpected new beginnings
After 27,000 cups of coffee, 27,000 cigarettes
He'd unwind, accept that if you've lost you're not defeated
So malign, a destiny by which he'd been mistreated
A better man would have spoken
A stronger man would have opened his eyes to the world
A greater God could have helped him
But all it did was incense him and so he yearned
A better man would have spoken
A stronger man would have opened his eyes to the world
A greater God could have helped him
But all it did was incense him and so he yearned
After all it only took a thousand mornings
To appease all of the tension and the warnings
He was blind, to her who stood beside him in the hardship
So refined, but armed with strength and vigor and a fast quip
A better man would have spoken
A stronger man would have opened his eyes to the world
A greater God could have helped him
But all it did was incense him and so he yearned
A better man would have spoken
A stronger man would have opened his eyes to the world
A greater God could have helped him
But all it did was incense him and so he yearned
A better man would have spoken
A stronger man would have opened his eyes to the world
A greater God could have helped him
But all it did was incense him and so he yearned