These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong
These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong

They're gonna hang me high
For my crimes
I've got nothing to lose now
But these tears I'm crying
It's high time that I paid the price
So that the next time maybe I'll think twice
Does it matter to you, girl
To know that I'm in misery?

These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong
These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong

It's five o'clock in the morning
And I'm not home
I'm surrounded by people
But I'm really alone
I know I'm keeping you waiting, girl
But I don't care
I'd come running to you
If I weren't tied to this chair
I'm so tired of hiding, baby
And getting wrapped up in lies

These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong
These are the days
When your good graces have left and gone
You're left counting the ways
You're left counting the ways
You're left counting the ways
That I've done you wrong
That I've done you wrong